[Verse 1]
A D A E
Where the grasses grow, And the waters flow, In a free and easy way
A D A E A
But give me enough, Of the rare ol' stuff, That's made near Galway Bay
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Come goughers all, From Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
A D A E A
And we'll give 'em the slip,And we'll take a sip, Of the rare ol mountain dew
[Chorus]
A D A E
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
A D A E A
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 2]
A A
There's a neat little still At the foot of the hill
A D
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
A D
By the whiff and the smell, You can plainly tell
A E A
That there's poteen brewin' nearby
A A A D
For it fills the air, With a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you
A D A E A
And it's home we go, With a pint or bowl, Or a bucket full a mountain dew
[Chorus]
A D A E
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
A D A E A
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 3]
A A A D
Now learned men, Who use the pen, Have written your praises high
A D A E A
Of the rare poteen, From Ireland green, That's made from wheat and rye
A A A D
So, Away with yer pills, It'll cure all ills, Be ya, Pagan, Christian or Jew
A D A E A
So take off yer coat, And grease yer throat, With a bucketfull of mountain dew
[Chorus]
A D A E
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
A D A E A
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
A D A E
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
A D A E A
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
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