Bucket of Mountain Dew

Hideleedelidelumdideleedelidelumdiddlyumdumdiddleyeday.

Hideleedelidelumdideleedelidelumdiddlyumdumdiddleyeday.

Where the grasses grow and the waters flow

In a free and easy way,

Just gimme enough of the rare auld stuff

That`s brewed near Galway Bay.

Come policemen all from Donegal from Sligo, Leitrim too,

We`ll give `em the slip and we`ll take a sip

Of the rare auld mountain dew.

Hideleedelidelumdideleedelidelumdiddlyumdumdiddleyeday.

Hideleedelidelumdideleedelidelumdiddlyumdumdiddleyeday.

By the foot of the hill there`s a neat little still

Where the smoke curls up to the sky,

By a whiff o` the smell you can plainly tell

there`s Poitin brewin` nearby.

For it fills the air with an odour rare,

And betwixt both me and you,

As home you stroll you can take a bowl

Or a Bucketful of Mountai Dew

Hideleedelidelumdideleedelidelumdiddlyumdumdiddleyeday.

Hideleedelidelumdideleedelidelumdiddlyumdumdiddleyeday.

All the learned men who use the pen

Have writ their praises high,

Of sweet Poitin form Erin green

Distilled from wheat and rye.

Put away your pills it`ll cure all ills

be you Pagan, Christian or Jew,

So take off your coat and grease your throat

With a Bucketful of Mountain Dew

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