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The Pogues - Mountain Dew Lyrics



The Pogues - Mountain Dew Lyrics
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[ Featuring The Dubliners ]

Ah, let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell hat there's poitin, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl or a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Now learned men as use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Go away with your pills, it'll cure all ills, be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat with a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
Give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew
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Ah, let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell hat there's poitin, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl or a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Now learned men as use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
Go away with your pills, it'll cure all ills, be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat with a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way
Give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give 'em the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew
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Writer: Jeremy Max Finer, Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan, The Dubliners, Philip Chevron, James Thirkhill Fearnley, Darryl Gatwick Hunt, Andrew David Ranken, Peter Spider Stacey, Terry Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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