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