歌词
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Diddley-doodle-I-dill-um
Diddley-doo-ri-diddley-di-day
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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, and we'll take a sip
Of the real old mountain dew
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Diddley-doodle-I-dill-um
Diddley-doo-ri-diddley-di-day
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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 Potten brewing nearby
It fills the air with odor rare
And betwixt both me and you
When home you stroll
You can take a bowl or a bucket
Of the mountain dew
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Now learned men who use the pen
Have wrote your praises high
That sweet protein from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Throw away your pills
It will cure all ills
Of pagan or Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat
With the real old mountain dew
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