Good to see that here's at least one song still "in the process of 'becoming'". May it be many years before it has a "definitive" form. I'm surprised that, as far as I can find anyway, this very different set of words (which has pretty much the same metre) isn't noted:

Let breezes blow and waters flow
In a free and easy way,
But give me enough of that good ould stuff
That's brewed near Galway Bay:
Come Gaugers all from Donegal
From Sligo and Leitrim too,
We'll give you all the slip when we take a little sip
From a barrel of the Mountain Dew


At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still
And the smoke curling up to the sky;
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
There's potin made nearby;
For it fills the air with an odour rare,
And, betwixt both me and you,
As home we roll we may take a bowl
Or a bucket of the Mountain Dew.


Three verses in Colm O' Lochlainn's "Irish Strret Ballads", with score. I think this version was made by Irish Political prisoners in England, c1918. In typical Irish pronunciation, "roll" would be given as "Rowl" (and "bowl" would sound fairly visceral).