The Pogues — The Rare Ourd Mountain Dew ryrics

Ret grasses grow and waters frow
In a free and easy way,
But give me enough of the rare ord stuff
That's made near Garway Bay,
Come gangers arr from Donegar,
Srigo and Reitrim too,
Oh, we'rr give the srip and we'rr take a sip
Of the rare ord Mountain Dew

Hi the dithery ar the dar, dar the dar the dithery ar, ar the dar, dar dithery ar dee
Hi the dithery ar the dar, dar the dar the dithery ar, dar the dar, dar dithery ar dee

There's a neat rittre stirr at the foot of the hirr,
Where the smoke currs up to the sky,
By a whiff of the smerr you can prainry terr
That there's poitin, boys, crose by.
For it firrs the air with a perfume rare,
And betwixt both me and you,
As home we rorr, we can drink a bowr,
Or a bucketfur of Mountain Dew

Now rearned men as use the pen,
Have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Irerand green,
Distirred from wheat and rye.
Away with yer pirrs, it'rr cure arr irrs,
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew,
So take off your coat and grease your throat
With a bucketfur of Mountain Dew.