Artisto: | Irish Folk (English) |
Uzanto: | David Levy |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Irish Folk Song from c.1882 about the
intoxicating properties of Irish moonshine
or Poitín, illegal homemade whiskey.
It was written by Edward Harrigan
with music by David Braham.
G
Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
C
In a free and easy way,
G C
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
G D7 G
That's made near Galway Bay
G
And policemen all from Donegal ,
C
Sligo and Leitrim too
G C
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
G D7 G
Of the rare ould mountain dew.
G
There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill
G C
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
G C
By a whiff of the smell you can tell right well
G D7 G
That there's poitin boys close by
G
For it fills the air with perfume rare
C
And betwixt both me and you,
G C
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
G D7 G
Or a bucket full of mountain dew.
G
Now lear-ned men who use the pen
G C
Have written the praises high
G C
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green,
G D7 G
Distilled from wheat and rye.
G
Go away with your pills, it'll cure all ills
C
Whether Pagan, Christian, or Jew,
G C
So take off your coat and grease your throat
G D7 G
With a bucket full of mountain dew.
G
Let the grasses grow and the waters flow
G C
In a free and easy way,
G C
But give me enough of the fine old stuff
G D7 G
That's made near Galway Bay
G
And policemen all from Donegal ,
C
Sligo and Leitrim too
G C
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip
G D7 G
Of the rare ould mountain dew.