Henrik Norbeck's ABC Tunes

Display tune: Rare Old Mountain Dew

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X:95
T:Rare Old Mountain Dew
R:song
C:Samuel Lover (1797-1868)
Z:id:hn-song-95
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:D
A/A/ | BA FD/D/ | ED B,A,/B,/ | DF ED | A3
A | BA/A/ FD/D/ | ED B,A, | DF EE | D3
A | BA DA | BA D2 | BA/A/ FD | B,3
A | BA/A/ FD/D/ | ED B,A,/B,/ | DF EE | D3 ||
A/A/ | B/c/B/A/ FD/D/ | E/F/E/D/ B,A,/B,/ | DF ED | A3
A/A/ | B/c/B/A/ FD/D/ | E/F/E/D/ B,A,/B,/ | DF E/D/E | D3 ||
W:Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way
W:But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
W:Come gaugers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
W:We'll give them a slip as we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus (lilted)
W:
W:There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
W:By the whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there is poteen, boys, close by!
W:Oh, it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
W:As home we roll we'll take a bowl or a bucket-full of mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now learned men that use the pen have writ the praises high
W:Of the sweet poteen from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.
W:Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills - be you pagan, Christian or Jew
W:So take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus


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