Rare Old Mountain Dew
Let grasses and waters flow in a free and easy way,
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay,
Come policemen all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrim too,
Oh, we'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um,diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still,
Where the smoke curls up to the sky,
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poitin brewin� nearby.
For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
And betwixt both me and you,
As home we troll, we can take a bowl,
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew
Now learned men who use the pen,
Have sung the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green,
Distilled from wheat and rye.
Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills,
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew,
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucket of the Mountain Dew.
Raro Velho Mountain Dew
Deixe as gramas e as águas fluírem de forma livre e fácil,
Mas me dê o suficiente da rara bebida que é feita perto da Baía de Galway,
Venham policiais de Donegal, Sligo e Leitrim também,
Oh, vamos dar o fora e tomar um gole
Do raro velho Mountain Dew.
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh
Ao pé da colina tem uma pequena destilaria,
Onde a fumaça sobe para o céu,
Pela fumaça e pelo cheiro você pode claramente perceber
Que tem poitín sendo feito por aqui.
Pois enche o ar com um perfume raro,
E entre eu e você,
Enquanto voltamos pra casa, podemos pegar uma tigela,
Ou um balde do Mountain Dew.
Agora homens sábios que usam a caneta,
Cantaram louvores altos
Do raro poitín da Irlanda verde,
Destilado de trigo e centeio.
Deixe suas pílulas de lado, isso cura todos os males,
Seja você pagão, cristão ou judeu,
Então tire seu casaco e lubrifique sua garganta
Com um balde do Mountain Dew.