"Rare Old Mountain Dew" lyrics

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
That's brewed near Galway Bay
And policemen all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's potcheen brewin' nearby
For it fills the air with a perfume rare
And betwixt both me and you
As home we troll, we can take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

Now learned men who use the pen
Have wrote the praises high
Of the sweet potcheen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a rare of the Mountain Dew