Mountain Dew Lyrics - If I Should Fall From Grace With God - Pogues

All of the grasses grow and the waters flow 

In a free and easy way. 

But give me enough of the rare aul' stuff 

That's made near Galway Bay. 

Come gougers all, from Donegal, 

Sligo and Leitrim too, 

And we'll give them the slip, 

And we'll take a sip 

Of the real old mountain dew. 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day 

There's a neat little still 

At the foot of the hill 

Where the smoke curls up at the sky. 

By a whiff of the smell, 

You can plainly tell 

That there's poit??n, boys, close by. 

For it fills the air with a perfume rare, 

That befits both me and you. 

As home we roll, we'll drink a bowl 

Or a bucket full of the mountain dew. 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh die-diddle dum-day 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh die-diddle dum-day 

There's learned men who used the pen 

Have written your praises high 

Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green, 

That's made from wheat and rye. 

Go away with your pills, 

It will cure all ills, 

Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew. 

Take off your coat and grease your throat 

With a bucket full o' mountain dew. 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day 

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow 

In a free and easy way. 

Give me enough of the rare aul' stuff 

That's made near Galway Bay. 

Come gaugers all, from Donegal, 

Sligo and Leitrim too, 

And we'll give them the slip 

And we'll take a sip 

Of the real old mountain dew. 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-idle diddle dum 

Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day