The lyrics to the Rare Old Mountain Dew celebrate the powerful homemade whiskey known as poitin, which has been produced illicitly in Ireland for hundreds of years despite constant efforts by the authorities to stamp it out.
The chords are presented here in the key of C Major.
Both the Clancy Brothers and The Dubliners, with Ronnie Drew on vocals, sing this song in C Major.
The Dublin City Ramblers and the Orthdox Celts play the song in D Major. The Corrie Folk Trio perfomed Rare Old Mountain Dew in E major. The Irish Rovers play it in F.
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the grasses grow and the
’gougers all from Donegal,
give them the slip and we’ll
day fol the diddly idle
day fol the diddly idle day
There’s a neat little still at the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up to the sky,
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
That there’s poitin boys close by.
For it fills the air with perfume rare
And betwixt both you and me
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
Or a bucket full of mountain dew.
Now learned men that use the pen
Have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green,
Distilled from wheat and rye.
Throw away your pills for it’ll cure all ills
Be you pagan Christian or Jew.
So take of your coat and grease your throat
With a bucket full of mountain dew.