Hills Of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now keep your eyes well peeled today The tall, tall men, they're on their way They're searching for the mountain tea In the hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney A gallon for the butcher and a quart for Tom And a bottle for the poor old Father Tom To help the poor old dear along In the hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now swing to the left, now swing to the right Sure, the excise man can dance all night He's drinkin 'up the tea 'til the broad daylight In the hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now, stand your ground, and don't you fall The excise men, they're at the wall Jesus Christ, they're drinkin' it all In the hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney (2x)