Hills Of Connemara Chorus: Gather up the pots and the old tin can, The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Run like the devil from the Excise Man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Keep your eyes well peeled today, The tall, tall men are on their way Searching for the mountain tay In the Hills of Connemara Swing to the left and swing to the right The Excise Men will dance all night Drinking up the tay till the broad daylight In the Hills of Connemara A gallon for the butcher, a quart for Tom A bottle for poor old Father John To help the poor old dear along In the Hills of Connemara Stand your ground, Boys! Don't you fall The Excise Men are at the wall! Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinking it all! In the Hills of Connemara

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