The Rare Old Mountain Dew 

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 gangers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we'll give 'em a slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
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 poitin, 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
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
Now learned men as use the pen, have writ the praises high
Of the sweet poitin 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
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee

Lyrics by Edward Harrigan
Irish Traditional tune (The Girl I Left Behind)
For the drama The Blackbird (1882)