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Rare Old Mountain Dew

SongsKey: DBy Samuel Lover (1797-1868)2/4

Sheet music and tabs for Rare Old Mountain Dew

Sheet Music for "Rare Old Mountain Dew"Rare Old Mountain DewsongSamuel Lover (1797-1868)= 120Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy wayBut give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway BayCome gaugers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim tooWe'll give them a slip as we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew.Chorus (lilted)There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the skyBy the whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there is poteen, boys, close by!Oh, it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and youAs home we roll we'll take a bowl or a bucket-full of mountain dew.ChorusNow learned men that use the pen have writ the praises highOf the sweet poteen from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills - be you pagan, Christian or JewSo take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old mountain dew.ChorusTranscription: id:hn-song-95
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About this tune

Rare Old Mountain Dew is a two-part song in D major, written in 2/4 time. The tune contains about 30 bars and spans from A-9 to E16. It is credited to Samuel Lover (1797-1868).

ABC notation for Rare Old Mountain Dew

A/A/ | BA FD/D/ | ED B,A,/B,/ | DF ED | A3A | BA/A/ FD/D/ | ED B,A, | DF EE |
D3A | BA DA | BA D2 | BA/A/ FD | B,3A | BA/A/ FD/D/ |
ED B,A,/B,/ | DF EE | D3 ||
A/A/ | B/c/B/A/ FD/D/ | E/F/E/D/ B,A,/B,/ | DF ED | A3A/A/ | B/c/B/A/ FD/D/ | E/F/E/D/ B,A,/B,/ | DF E/D/E |
D3 ||
W:Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way
W:But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay
W:Come gaugers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
W:We'll give them a slip as we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus (lilted)
W:
W:There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
W:By the whiff of the smell you can plainly tell there is poteen, boys, close by!
W:Oh, it fills the air with a perfume rare and betwixt both me and you
W:As home we roll we'll take a bowl or a bucket-full of mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now learned men that use the pen have writ the praises high
W:Of the sweet poteen from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.
W:Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills - be you pagan, Christian or Jew
W:So take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old mountain dew.
W:
W:Chorus