Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse 1: G C Let grasses grow, and waters flow, G D7 In a free and easy way, G C But give me enough of the fine old stuff G D7 G That's made near Galway Bay. Chorus 1: N.C. Oh, peelers all, from Dongegal. Em Galway and E-Trim too— D7 G C We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip G D7 G Of the real old Mountain Dew.
Verse 2: G C At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still G D7 Where the smoke curls up to the sky. G C By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell G D7 G That there's whiskey brewing nearby. Chorus 2: N.C. For it fills the air with odor rare, Em And betwixt both me and you, D7 G C When home you roll you can take a bowl G D7 G Or a bucket of the mountain dew. Verse 3: G C Now learned men who use the pen G D7 Who've wrote your praises high, G C This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from Ireland's green G D7 G Distilled from wheat and rye. Chorus 3: N.C. Throw away your pills—it'll cure all ills Em Of pagan or Christian, Jew. D7 G C Take off your coat and free your throat G D7 G With the real old Mountain Dew.