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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
verse 1:
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Let grasses grow and water flow in a free and easy way,
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But give me enough of the finer stuff that’S made near Galway Bay
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Policemen all, from Donegal, Sligo or Leitrim too
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We’ll give them a slip and we’ll take a sip of the real old mountain dew
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
verse 2:
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At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky
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By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell that there’s witching brewing nearby
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It fills the air with odor rare that betwixt both me and you
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When home you stroll you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
verse 3:
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Now learn-ed men who use the pen, have sung your praises high,
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That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye
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Throw away your pills it’ll cure all ills, a pagan, Christian or Jew
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Take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old Mountain Dew
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day
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Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day (3x)