Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

Rare Old Mountain Dew

Sheet Music (and more information about this song)

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
Come gaugers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them a slip as we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew.

Chorus (lilted)

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there is poteen, boys, close by!
Oh, it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll we'll take a bowl or a bucket-full of mountain dew.

Chorus

Now learned men that use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the sweet poteen from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.
Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills - be you pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old mountain dew.

Chorus

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