All of the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare aul' stuff That's made near Galway Bay Come gougers all, from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too And we'll give them the slip And we'll take a sip Of the real old mountain dew Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day There's a neat little still At the foot of the hill Where the smoke curls up at the sky By a whiff of the smell You can plainly tell That there's poitin, boys, close by For it fills the air with a perfume rare That's betwixt both me and you As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl Or a bucket full of the mountain dew Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh die-diddle dum-day Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh die-diddle dum-day There's learned men who used the pen Have written your praises high Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green That's made from wheat and rye Go away with your pills It will cure all ills Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew Take off your coat and grease your throat With a bucket full o' mountain dew Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day Let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way Give me enough of the rare aul' stuff That's made near Galway Bay Come gaugers all, from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too And we'll give them the slip And we'll take a sip Of the real old mountain dew Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day