Oh, let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff That's made near Galway Bay
Come gouges all from Donegal, Sligo and Lathram too
And we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip Of the rail o'er Mountain Dew
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There's a night little still at the foot of the hill Where the smoke curtains up to the sky
Be a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell That there's punching boys close by
Where it fills the air with a perfume rare And if he drinks both me and you
That's how we roll, we'll drink a bowl And a bucket full of Mountain Dew
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There's learning men, there's years of men Who've ridden your prizes high
To sweep the chain from oil and grain To snide for whey and rye
Go away with your posy to cure all ills For a pagan Christian or two
Take off your cotton bracelets You'll put a bucket full of Mountain Dew
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Let the grasses grow and the waters flow In a free and lazy way
But give me enough for the rare housewash That's made the golly way
Cum Buddhist Muchasa from R Вы
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