Song Lyrics
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um
For it fills the air with a perfume rare, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, of that real old mountain dew
There s poteen brewin nearby, and peelers all from donegal, for it fills the air with a perfume rare
Sligo and leitrum, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, where the smoke curls up to the sky
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, be you pagan or christian or jew Barleyjuice, hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, with that real old mountain dew
Diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, that sweet poteen from ireland green
diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Let grasses grow and waters flow, just give me enough of that fine old stuff, throw away your pills
diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, we ll give them the slip and we ll have a sip, betwixt both you and me
distilled from wheat and rye
with that real old mountain dew
Have wrote your praises high, let grasses grow and waters flow
hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um
where the smoke curls up to the sky
Take off your coat and grease your throat, at the foot of the hill there s a neat little still Dew, let grasses grow and waters flow
Diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, of that real old mountain dew Old, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
There s poteen brewin nearby, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day Real, where the smoke curls up to the sky
throw away your pills
and learned men as use the pen
and learned men as use the pen
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
and peelers all from donegal
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, there s poteen brewin nearby Barleyjuice, that sweet poteen from ireland green
betwixt both you and me
That sweet poteen from ireland green, sligo and leitrum
We ll give them the slip and we ll have a sip, at the foot of the hill there s a neat little still
From the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, be you pagan or christian or jew Mountain, there s poteen brewin nearby
Diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, for it fills the air with a perfume rare
It ll cure all ills, diddly doo rah diddly-i-day Old, sligo and leitrum
Have wrote your praises high, of that real old mountain dew, that sweet poteen from ireland green
hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um
For it fills the air with a perfume rare, take off your coat and grease your throat Mountain, when home you roll you can take a bowl
Diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, that s made near galway bay
Where the smoke curls up to the sky, distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills, hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, or a bucket of the mountain dew Mountain, hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um
Diddly doo rah diddly-i-day, in a free and easy way
diddly doo rah diddly-i-day
Hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um, hi the diddly idle um diddly doo idle um
At the foot of the hill there s a neat little still, distilled from wheat and rye