Dubliners, The Rare Old Mountain Dew (1979)
^{Key: :[C] (w: Traditional)}

INTRO: [C] [F] ^[C] ^[G] [C]

VERSE 1:
Let [C] the grasses grow and the [F] waters flow, in a [C] free and easy [G] way
But [C] give me enough of the [F] rare old stuff, that's [C] made near [G] Galway [C] Bay
Come [C] gougers all from [C] Donegal, [C] Sligo and Leitrim [Am] too
And we'll [C] give 'em the slip and we'll [F] take a sip, of the [C] rare old [G] Mountain [C] Dew

CHORUS:
Hi di-[C]-diddly-idle-um, diddly-[F]-doodle-idle-um, diddly-[C]-doo-ri-diddlum-[G]-deh
Hi di-[C]-diddly-idle-um, diddly-[F]-doodle-idle-um, diddly-[C]-doo-ri-[G]-diddlum-[C]-deh

VERSE 2:
At the [C] foot of the hill there's a [F] neat little still, where the [C] smoke curls up to the [G] sky
By the [C] smoke and the smell you can [F] plainly tell, that there's [C] poitín [G] brewing near [C] by
It [C] fills the air with a [C] perfume rare, in-[C]-between both me and [Am] you
When [C] home you go, you can [F] take a bowl, or a [C] bucket of [G] Mountain [C] Dew

REPEAT CHORUS:

BREAK: [C] [F] [C] [G] / [C] [F] ^[C] ^[G] [C]

VERSE 3:
Now [C] learned men who [F] use the pen, have [C] written your praises [G] high
That [C] sweet poitín from [F] Ireland green, that's [C] made from [G] wheat and [C] rye
Go [C] away with your pills, it'll [C] cure all ills, for a [C] Pagan, Christian or [Am] Jew
Take [C] off your coat and [F] grease your throat, with a [C] bucket of the [G] Mountain [C] Dew