Bucket Of Mountain Dew lyrics chords and tab

Irish Songs Lyrics With Guitar Chords By Martin Dardis

Bucket Of Mountain Dew lyrics and chords

Bucket Of Mountain Dew also known as The Rare Old Mountain Dew, Traditional. I heard the Pogues and the Dubliners do a fine version of this. The video is of Foster And Allen, alas it's hard co come across a decent drop of the quare stuff anymore.

Ronnie Drew The Rare Old Mountain Dew

Song Lyrics Guitar Chords

Let[D] the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy[G] way,

But[D] give me enough of the[G] rare old stuff that's [D]made near[A] Galway[D] Bay

Come[D] 'goughers all from Donegal , Sligo and Leitrim[G] too

We'll[D] give them the slip and we'll[G] take a sip of the [G]rare old[A] mountain[D] dew

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 tell right well 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 as use the pen have writ the praises high

Of the rare poitin from Ireland green , distilled from wheat and rye

Away with your pills 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

Mountain Dew Song Without Guitar Chords

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 'goughers all from Donegal , Sligo and Leitrim too

We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

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 tell right well 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 as use the pen have writ the praises high

Of the rare poitin from Ireland green , distilled from wheat and rye

Away with your pills 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

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