Grass Mud Horse - The Rare Old Mountain Dew Lyrics

Let grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of that fine old stuff
That's made near Galway Bay
And Peelers all from Donegal
Galway and Leitrim too
We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old mountain dew

At the foot of the hill
There's a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
From the smoke and the smell
You can plainly tell
That there's poitin brewing nearby
For it fills the air with all the rare
Betwixt both me and you
When home you roll you can take a bowl
Or a bucket of the mountain dew

Now learned men who use the pen
Have wrote your praises high
That sweet poitin from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills it'll cure all ills
Be you Pagan Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With that rare old mountain dew