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 [A#m] 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 [A#m] you
When [C#] home you go, you can [F#] take a bowl, or a [C#] bucket of [G#] Mountain [C#] Dew

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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 [A#m] Jew
Take [C#] off your coat and [F#] grease your throat, with a [C#] bucket of the [G#] Mountain [C#] Dew

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