Oh, let the grasses grow and the waters flow, In a free and easy way. But give me enough of the rare old stuff, That’s made near Galway Bay. Come gougers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too, And we’ll give ’em a slip and we’ll take a sip, Of the rare old mountain dew. Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey. 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 poitín, 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. Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey, Now that learned man has used the pen, Have written the praises high, Of the rare poitín from Ireland green, Distilled from wheat and rye. Away with yer pills, it’ll cure all ills, Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew, So take off your coat and grease your throat, With a bucketful of mountain dew. Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum, Thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey.
It was practise, that the active members always handled/supported the sick&passed away members and their families in financial things. Like an active member. And they never had a formal contract as band. Unique and really fantastic!
I don’t think I’ve read through a comment section before where every comment is basically in agreement with each other (that this man is legend and loved by all and will be missed) Even the trolls wouldn’t dare disrespect this man God bless your eternal soul Barney)
