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The Real old Mountain Dew

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Introdução:

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            Let grasses grow and water flow in a free and easy way
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          But give me enough of the fine ol' stuff that's made near Galway Bay
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          And policemen all from Donagal, Sligo and Leitren too
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            We'll give them the slip then we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew
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              Hi the diddley I dill dum, diddley doodle I dill-dum, diddley doo ri
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                                                                                          diddley di day
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              Hi the diddley I dill dum, diddley doodle dill I dill dum, diddley doo ri
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                                                                                      diddley di ray
          At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, where the smoke curls up