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47 lines
1.3 KiB
\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Rare Old Mountain Dew}[by=Traditional]
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\lilypond{the_rare_old_mountain_dew}
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\beginverse
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Let the grasses grow, and the waters flow,
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in a free and easy way,
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But give me enough of the rare old stuff
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That's made near Galway Bay.
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Oh peelers all, from Donegal,
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Galway and Etrim too
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We'll give them a slip and we'll take a sip
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Of the rare old Mountain Dew
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
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thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
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thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
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thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill,
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Where the smoke curls up to the sky.
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By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell,
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That there's whiskey brewing nearby.
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For it fills the air with odor rare,
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And betwixt both me and you,
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When home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
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Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Now learned men as use the pen
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Who've wrote your praises high,
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This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from Ireland's green
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Distilled from wheat and rye.
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Throw away your pills - it'll cure all ills
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Of Pagan or Christian or Jew.
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Take off your coat and free your throat
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With the rare old Mountain Dew.
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\endverse
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\endsong
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