Mountain Dew (The Rare Ould Mountain Dew) Songtext
von The Pogues

Oh let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That′s made near Galway Bay

Come gougers all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
And we'll give ′em the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill
And the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
That there′s poitín, boys, close by


For it fills the air with a perfume rare
And betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we′ll drink a bowl
Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Whereas learned men as use the pen
Have written your praises high
That sweet poitín from Ireland green
That's made from wheat and rye

Go away with your pills, it′ll cure all ills
For a Pagan, Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucketful of Mountain Dew

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
Give me enough of the rare old stuff
That's made near Galway Bay


Come gougers all from Donegal
Sligo and Leitrim too
Well, we′ll give 'em the slip and we′ll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew