Rare Old Mountain Dew

orthodox celts "rare old mountain drew" originaly by the dubliners D G D A let grasses grow , and waters flow , in a free and easy way , D G D A D but give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near galway bay D D Bm oh peelers all , from donegal , galway and etrim too , D G D A D we’ll give them the slip and we’ll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew D G D A D G D G at the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still , where the smoke curles up to the sky , by the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that there’s whisky brewing nearby for it fills the air with odor rare , and betwixt both me and you , when home you roll you can take a bowl and a bucket full of mountain dew now learned men who use the pen , who’ve wrote your praises high , this sweet "pocheen" from ireland’s green , distilled from wheat and rye throw away your pills , it’ll cure all ills of pagan , christian and jew take off your and free your throat with the rare old mountain dew