Standard (EADGBE)

 Where grasses grow and waters flow

 In a free and easy way,

 But give me enough of that rare old stuff

 That's made near Galway Bay.

And policemen all from Donegal,

 Sligo and Leitrim too,

 We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip

 Of the rare ould Mountain Dew.

Chorus

Hi the dithery idle loo, ditheri oodle idle loo

dithery oo di dithery i day

Hi the dither idlo loo, ditheri oodle idle loo

Dithery oo di dithery i day

At the top of the hill there's a neat little still,

Where the smoke curls up in the sky;

By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell

That there's poteen brewing nearby;

It fills the air with an odor rare

And betwixt both me and you,

When home we roll we'll take a bowl

Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.

Chorus

Now learned men who use the pen

They sing your praises high

That sweet poteen from Ireland green

Distilled from wheat and rye;

Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills

Pagan or Christian or Jew

Take off your coat and grease your throat

With the rare ould Mountain Dew