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D G D A D A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day D G D A D Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
verse 1: D G D G A Let grasses grow and water flow in a free and easy way, D G D A D But give me enough of the finer stuff that’S made near Galway Bay D Bm Policemen all, from Donegal, Sligo or Leitrim too D G D A D We’ll give them a slip and we’ll take a sip of the real old mountain dew
D G D A D A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day D G D A D Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
verse 2: D G D G A At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky D G D A D By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell that there’s witching brewing nearby D Bm It fills the air with odor rare that betwixt both me and you D G D A D When home you stroll you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew
D G D A D A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day D G D A D Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
verse 3: D G D G A Now learn-ed men who use the pen, have sung your praises high, D G D A D That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye D Bm Throw away your pills it’ll cure all ills, a pagan, Christian or Jew D G D A D Take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old Mountain Dew
D G D A D A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day D G D A D Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day (3x)

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