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

INTRO: [A#] [D#] ^[A#] ^[F] [A#]

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

CHORUS:
Hi di-[A#]-diddly-idle-um, diddly-[D#]-doodle-idle-um, diddly-[A#]-doo-ri-diddlum-[F]-deh
Hi di-[A#]-diddly-idle-um, diddly-[D#]-doodle-idle-um, diddly-[A#]-doo-ri-[F]-diddlum-[A#]-deh

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

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BREAK: [A#] [D#] [A#] [F] / [A#] [D#] ^[A#] ^[F] [A#]

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

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