Real Old Mountain Dew

	  		
Verse 1:
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Let grasses grow, and waters flow, 
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In a free and easy way, 
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But give me enough of the fine old stuff 
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That's made near Galway Bay. 


N.C. 
Oh, peelers all, from Dongegal. 
 Em 
Galway and E-Trim too— 
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We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip 
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Of the real old Mountain Dew. 


Verse 2:
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At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still 
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Where the smoke curls up to the sky. 
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By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell 
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That there's whiskey brewing nearby. 


N.C. 
For it fills the air with odor rare, 
      Em 
And betwixt both me and you, 
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When home you roll you can take a bowl 
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Or a bucket of the mountain dew. 


Verse 3:
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Now learned men who use the pen 
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Who've wrote your praises high, 
     G                             C 
This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from Ireland's green 
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Distilled from wheat and rye. 

 
N.C. 
Throw away your pills—it'll cure all ills 
   Em 
Of pagan or Christian, Jew. 
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Take off your coat and free your throat 
         G        D7       G 
With the real old Mountain Dew.