Rare Old Mountain Dew taby ukulele według Dubliners (Chwyty barytonu)

Let[D] the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy[G] way,
But[D] give me enough of the[G] rare old stuff that's [D]made near[A] Galway[D] Bay
Come[D] 'goughers all from Donegal , Sligo and Leitrim[G] too
We'll[D] give them the slip and we'll[G] take a sip of the [G]rare old[A] mountain[D] dew
 
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 tell right well that there's poitin boys close by
For it fills the air with perfume rare and betwixt both you and me
As home we roll , we can drink a bowl , or a bucket full of mountain dew
 
Now learned men as use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green , distilled from wheat and rye
Away with your pills It'll cure all ills be you pagan Christian or Jew
So take of your coat and grease your throat with a bucket full of mountain dew