Cifras
Rare Old Mountain Dew

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Let grasses grow, and waters flow, in a free and easy way,
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But give me enough of the fine old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
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Oh peelers all, from Donegal, Galway and Etrim too,
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We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

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At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, where the smoke curles up to the sky,
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that there's whisky brewing nearby