Irish Soldier
Irish Soldier | |
| Let grasses grow and waters flow In a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare old stuff That's made near Galway Bay And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip Of the real old mountain dew. | 2. There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill Where the smoke curls up to the sky By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell That there's poteen boys close by. For it fills the air with a perfume rare And betwixt both me and you As home we roll, we can drink a bowl Or a bucketful of mountain dew. |
| 3. Now learned men as use the pen Have writ' the praises high Of the rare poteen from Ireland green Distilled from wheat and rye Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills Be ye pagan, Christian, or Jew So take off your coat and grease your throat With a bucket of the mountain dew. |