Rare Old Mountain Dew
The PoguesVersion1
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Where grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way,
But give me enough of that rare old stuff
That's made near Galway Bay.
And policemen all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too,
We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare ould Mountain Dew.
Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
dithery oo di dithery i day
Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
Dithery oo di dithery i day
At the top of the hill there's a neat little still,
Where the smoke curls up in the sky;
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poteen brewing nearby;
It fills the air with an odor rare
And betwixt both me and you,
When home we roll we'll take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.
Now learned men who use the pen
They sing your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye;
Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills
Pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare ould Mountain Dew
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Readable chord sheet for Rare Old Mountain Dew by The Pogues
Where [F]grasses grow and [Bb]waters flow In a [F]free and easy [C]way, But [F]give me enough of that [Bb]rare old stuff That's [F]made near [C]Galway [F]Bay. And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim [Dm]too, We'll [F]give them a slip and we'll [Bb]take a sip Of the [F]rare ould [C]Mountain [F]Dew. Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo dithery oo di dithery i day Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo Dithery oo di dithery i day At the top of the hill there's a neat little still, Where the smoke curls up in the sky; By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell That there's poteen brewing nearby; It fills the air with an odor rare And betwixt both me and you, When home we roll we'll take a bowl Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew. Now learned men who use the pen They sing your praises high That sweet poteen from Ireland green Distilled from wheat and rye; Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills Pagan or Christian or Jew Take off your coat and grease your throat With the rare ould Mountain Dew