Let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of the fine old stuff That's made by Galway Bay And policemen all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too We'll give them a slip and they'll take a sip Of the rare old Mountain Dew At the foot of the hill there's a near little still With the smoke curling up to the sky By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell That there's poachers brewing nearby For it fill the air with the odor rare And betwixt both me and you When home you stroll you can take a bowl Or a bucket full of Mountain Dew Now learned men who use the pen Have brooch and braziers high That sweep a chin from our early green Distilled from the wheat and the rye Throw away your pills, it'll cure all your ills In pagan, Christian or Jew So take off your coat and grease up your throat With the rare old Mountain Dew Let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of the fine old stuff That's made by Galway Bay And policemen all from Donegal Sligo and Leitrim too We'll give them a slip and they'll take a sip Of the rare old Mountain Dew