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Introdução:
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Let grasses grow, and waters flow,
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In a free and easy way,
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But give me enough of the fine old stuff
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That's made near Galway Bay.
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We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
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Of the real old Mountain Dew.
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At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
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Where the smoke curls up to the sky.
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By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
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That there's whiskey brewing nearby.
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And betwixt both me and you,
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When home you roll you can take a bowl
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Or a bucket of the mountain dew.
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Now learned men who use the pen
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Who've wrote your praises high,
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This sweet 'pocheen' (potion) from Ireland's green
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Distilled from wheat and rye.
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Of pagan or Christian, Jew.
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Take off your coat and free your throat
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With the real old Mountain Dew.