Capo 7  


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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day 
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day 


verse 1: 
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Let grasses grow and water flow in a free and easy way,  
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But give me enough of the finer stuff that’S made near Galway Bay 
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Policemen all, from Donegal, Sligo or Leitrim too  
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We’ll give them a slip and we’ll take a sip of the real old mountain dew 


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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day 
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day 


verse 2: 
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At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky 
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By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell that there’s witching brewing nearby 
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It fills the air with odor rare that betwixt both me and you  
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When home you stroll you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew 


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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day 
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day 


verse 3: 
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Now learn-ed men who use the pen, have sung your praises high,  
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That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye 
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Throw away your pills it’ll cure all ills, a pagan, Christian or Jew  
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Take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old Mountain Dew 


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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day 
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day (3x)