POGUES - "rare old mountain dew" Tablature
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***Rare Old Mountain Dew - Traditional
from the "Irish Rover" single
Rare Old Mountain Dew - as perfomed by The Pogues & The Dubliners
(these lyrics are from a more traditional version and will
vary slightly from the version by the Pogues and the Dubliners)
F Bb
Where grasses grow and waters flow
F C
In a free and easy way,
F Bb
But give me enough of that rare old stuff
F C F
That's made near Galway Bay.
And policemen all from Donegal,
Dm
Sligo and Leitrim too,
F Bb
We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip
F C F
Of the rare ould Mountain Dew.
[chorus]
Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
dithery oo di dithery i day
Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
Dithery oo di dithery i day
At the top of the hill there's a neat little still,
Where the smoke curls up in the sky;
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poteen brewing nearby;
It fills the air with an odor rare
And betwixt both me and you,
When home we roll we'll take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.
[chorus]
Now learned men who use the pen
They sing your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye;
Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills
Pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare ould Mountain Dew
from the "Irish Rover" single
Rare Old Mountain Dew - as perfomed by The Pogues & The Dubliners
(these lyrics are from a more traditional version and will
vary slightly from the version by the Pogues and the Dubliners)
F Bb
Where grasses grow and waters flow
F C
In a free and easy way,
F Bb
But give me enough of that rare old stuff
F C F
That's made near Galway Bay.
And policemen all from Donegal,
Dm
Sligo and Leitrim too,
F Bb
We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip
F C F
Of the rare ould Mountain Dew.
[chorus]
Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
dithery oo di dithery i day
Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo
Dithery oo di dithery i day
At the top of the hill there's a neat little still,
Where the smoke curls up in the sky;
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poteen brewing nearby;
It fills the air with an odor rare
And betwixt both me and you,
When home we roll we'll take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.
[chorus]
Now learned men who use the pen
They sing your praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye;
Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills
Pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the rare ould Mountain Dew
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