Mountain Dew - The Blarney Lads

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way

But give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near Galway Bay

And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim, too

We’ll give them the slip when we take a sip of the real old mountain dew

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

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 poteen brewing

nearby

For it fills the air with an odor rare that betwixt both me and you

When home you stroll, take a bucket or a bowl of the real old mountain dew

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Now learned men who use a pen have wrote your praises high

That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye

Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills of pagan, Christian or Jew

Take off you coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Lascia che le erbe crescano e le acque scorrano in modo facile e gratuito

Ma dammi abbastanza delle belle cose vecchie fatte vicino alla baia di Galway

E anche i poliziotti del Donegal, Sligo e Leitrim

Daremo loro la possibilità di prendere un sorso della vera vecchia rugiada di montagna

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Ai piedi della collina c'è un piccolo luogo tranquillo dove il fumo si arriccia

il cielo

Dal fumo e dall'odore puoi chiaramente dire che c'è una birra potente

qui vicino

Perché riempie l'aria di un odore raro che unisce me e te

Quando a casa fai una passeggiata, prendi un secchio o una ciotola della vera vecchia rugiada di montagna

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Ora uomini dotti che usano una penna hanno scritto le tue lodi in alto

Quel dolce poteen d'Irlanda verde, distillato da grano e segale

Butta via le tue pillole, curerà tutti i mali di pagani, cristiani o ebrei

Togliti il ​​cappotto e ungiti la gola con la vera vecchia rugiada di montagna

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day

Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day