Mountain Dew
Traditional - I first heard the Clancy Brothers do this.  With a bit of practice, the tongue twisting chorus can be repeated at the end of the song at double speed... a sure thing to wow your listeners!

          G                           C                        G            D       G
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way,
          G                                   C                               G               D            G
But give me enough of that fine old stuff That's made near Galway Bay,
          G                                                                             Em
And p'licemen all from Donegal, Sligho and Leithrim too.
                 G                                       C                         G            D              G
Oh, we'll give them the slip as we take a sip of the real old Mountain Dew

Chorus:
 D(7)      G                                      C
Hi dee diddly dydle dum diddly doodle dydle dum
             G           D               G
diddly doo rye diddly aye day
 D           G                                      C
Hi dee diddly dydle dum diddly doodle dydle dum
              G         D                G
diddly doo rye diddly aye day

             G                                    C                                        G              D             G
At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky,
             G                                                C                           G            D               G
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell  there's witchin' brewin' nearby
          G                                                                                    Em
For it fills the air with odor rare, and betwixt both me and you,
        G                                  C                            G            D             G
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl of the real old mountain dew.    Chorus
 

           G                          C                             G              D          G
Now learned men that use the pen have wrote your praises high
            G                           C                            G                  D             G
That sweet poteen from Ireland's green distilled from wheat and rye.
                G                                                                                           Em
Throw away yer pills, it'll cure all ills, be ye Pagan, a Christian or Jew,
             G                                C                                     G                 D              G
Throw back yer coat and grease your throat with a bucketful of Mountain Dew.   Chorus
 

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