This is from the live version,
Nice and easy chords, grand fun to play
and gets anyone listening to you wondering
what the feck a skideri-diddle-dum is, as they sing along.
As always any mistakes are mine
- flatwound -
THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
Where the gra[C]sses grow, And the wa[F]ters flow, In a f[C]ree and easy w[G]ay
But gi[C]ve me enough, Of the r[F]are ol' stuff, That's m[C]ade near Ga[G]lway B[C]ay
Come gou[C]ghers all, From Do[C]negal, Sl[C]igo and Leitrim [Am]too
And we'll g[C]ive 'em the slip,And we'll t[F]ake a sip, Of the r[C]are ol moun[G]tain d[C]ew
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
There's a n[C]eat little still At the fo[C]ot of the hill
Where the sm[C]oke curls up to the s[F]ky
By the wh[C]iff and the smell, You can pla[F]inly tell
That there's po[C]teen br[G]ewin' ne[C]arby
For it fi[C]lls the air, With a per[C]fume rare, And be[C]twixt both me and y[F]ou
And it's h[C]ome we go, With a p[F]int or bowl, Or a bu[C]cket full a mou[G]ntain d[C]ew
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
Now lear[C]ned men, Who u[C]se the pen, Have wr[C]itten your praises h[F]igh
Of the r[C]are poteen, From Ire[F]land green, That's m[C]ade from wh[G]eat and r[C]ye
So, Aw[C]ay with yer pills, It'll c[C]ure all ills, Be ya, Pa[C]gan, Christian or J[F]ew
So take o[C]ff yer coat, And gr[F]ease yer throat, With a buc[C]ketfull of mo[G]untain d[C]ew
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
Nice and easy chords, grand fun to play
and gets anyone listening to you wondering
what the feck a skideri-diddle-dum is, as they sing along.
As always any mistakes are mine
- flatwound -
THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
Where the gra[C]sses grow, And the wa[F]ters flow, In a f[C]ree and easy w[G]ay
But gi[C]ve me enough, Of the r[F]are ol' stuff, That's m[C]ade near Ga[G]lway B[C]ay
Come gou[C]ghers all, From Do[C]negal, Sl[C]igo and Leitrim [Am]too
And we'll g[C]ive 'em the slip,And we'll t[F]ake a sip, Of the r[C]are ol moun[G]tain d[C]ew
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
There's a n[C]eat little still At the fo[C]ot of the hill
Where the sm[C]oke curls up to the s[F]ky
By the wh[C]iff and the smell, You can pla[F]inly tell
That there's po[C]teen br[G]ewin' ne[C]arby
For it fi[C]lls the air, With a per[C]fume rare, And be[C]twixt both me and y[F]ou
And it's h[C]ome we go, With a p[F]int or bowl, Or a bu[C]cket full a mou[G]ntain d[C]ew
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
Now lear[C]ned men, Who u[C]se the pen, Have wr[C]itten your praises h[F]igh
Of the r[C]are poteen, From Ire[F]land green, That's m[C]ade from wh[G]eat and r[C]ye
So, Aw[C]ay with yer pills, It'll c[C]ure all ills, Be ya, Pa[C]gan, Christian or J[F]ew
So take o[C]ff yer coat, And gr[F]ease yer throat, With a buc[C]ketfull of mo[G]untain d[C]ew
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
[C] [F] [C] [G]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-ey-day
[C] [F] [C] [G] [C]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um-A-di, A-diddle-dum-day
