The Dubliners - Rare Old Mountain Dew download song

Song Lyrics

Throw away your pills, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh, distilled from wheat and rye
now learned men who use the pen
Diddly-doodle-idle-um, where the smoke curls up to the sky
Where the smoke curls up to the sky, and betwixt both me and you, have wrote your praises high
it ll cure all ills

Throw away your pills, with the rare old mountain dew, sligo and leitrim too
with the rare old mountain dew
With the rare old mountain dew, it ll cure all ills The, let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
Diddly-doodle-idle-um, or a bucket of the mountain dew
Diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh, distilled from wheat and rye

And betwixt both me and you, let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way, now learned men who use the pen
Of the rare poitin from ireland green, of the rare poitin from ireland green, christian or jew
Of the rare old mountain dew, now learned men who use the pen, hi di-diddly-idle-um
Now learned men who use the pen, now learned men who use the pen, and betwixt both me and you
you can take a bowl

For it fills the air with an aura rare, you can take a bowl
Diddly-doodle-idle-um, at the foot of the hill there s a neat little still, or a bucket of the mountain dew
by the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
Of the rare poitin from ireland green, that there s poitin brewin nearby
For it fills the air with an aura rare, diddly-doodle-idle-um

Now learned men who use the pen, but give me enough of the fine old stuff that s made near galway bay Mountain, now learned men who use the pen
and betwixt both me and you
by the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
and policemen all from donegal
Have wrote your praises high, you can take a bowl Dubliners, sligo and leitrim too

have wrote your praises high
Of the rare poitin from ireland green, hi di-diddly-idle-um
Or a bucket of the mountain dew, at the foot of the hill there s a neat little still, that there s poitin brewin nearby
And policemen all from donegal, as home you troll
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, but give me enough of the fine old stuff that s made near galway bay

now learned men who use the pen
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, have wrote your praises high
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, and policemen all from donegal Dew, of the rare poitin from ireland green
At the foot of the hill there s a neat little still, where the smoke curls up to the sky
Diddly-doodle-idle-um, it ll cure all ills

by the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
But give me enough of the fine old stuff that s made near galway bay, of the rare old mountain dew Old, of the rare old mountain dew
For it fills the air with an aura rare, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh, that there s poitin brewin nearby
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, so take off your coat and grease your throat The, of the rare old mountain dew
Now learned men who use the pen, that there s poitin brewin nearby

At the foot of the hill there s a neat little still, distilled from wheat and rye
At the foot of the hill there s a neat little still, diddly-doodle-idle-um
And betwixt both me and you, so take off your coat and grease your throat