U Turn (Instrumental)

Let grasses grow and waters flow

In a free and easy way

Just give me enough of that fine old stuff

That's made near cay

And peelers all from Donegal

Sligo and Leitrum too

We'll give them the slip and we'll have a sip

Of that real old mountain dew

At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still

Where the smoke curls up to the sky

From the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell

There' s poteen brewin' nearby

For it fills the air with a perfume rare

Betwixt both me and you

When home you roll you can take a bowl

Or a bucket of the mountain dew

And learned men as use the pen

Have wrote your praises high

That sweet poteen from Ireland green

Distilled from wheat and rye

Throw away your pills it'll cure all ills

Be you pagan or christian or Jew

Take off your coat and grease your throat

With that real old mountain dew

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