The Rare Aul' Mountain Dew in the Hills of Connemara

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Thom Dunn

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Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
Or give me enough of the rare aul' stuff
That's made near Gaillimh Bay
Come gougers, all
From Dún na nGall
Sligeach and Leitrim, too
And we'll give them the slip
As we take a sip
Of the rare aul' mountain dew
Gather up your pots and your old tin cans
The corn, the mash
The barley and the bran
Run like the Devil from the excise men
In the hills of Connemara
Now learned men
As use the pen
Have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitín from Ireland green
Distilled from wheat and rye
Away with your pills
It'll cure all ills
Be you Muslim, Christian, or Jew
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucket full of mountain dew
There's a neat little still
At the foot of a hill
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the whiff of a smell
You can tell right well
There's poitín, boys, close by
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for Thom
A bottle for poor auld Father John
To help his prayers and hymns along
In the hills of Connemara
Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
Or give me enough of the rare aul' stuff
That's made near Gaillimh Bay
Gather up your pots and your old tin cans
The corn, the mash
The barley and the bran
Run like the Devil from the excise men
In the hills of Connemara
Keep your eyes well pealed today
The excise men are on their way
Looking for that mountain tae
In the hills of Connemara
Stand your ground, boys — it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to God, they're drinking it straight
In the hills of Connemara
Swing to the left
Swing to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinking up the tae in the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara
Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
In a free and easy way
Or give me enough of the rare aul' stuff
That's made near Gaillimh Bay
Keep your eyes well pealed today
The excise men are on their way
Looking for that mountain tae
In the hills of Connemara
Come gougers, all
From Dún na nGall
Sligeach and Leitrim, too
And we'll give them the slip
As we take a sip
Of the rare aul' mountain dew
Gather up your pots and your old tin cans
The corn, the mash
The barley and the bran
Run like the Devil from the excise men
In the hills of Connemara

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