the Hills of Connemara lyrics

(Chorus:)

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

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 excise men is on his way

Searching for the mountain tay

In the hills of Connemara.

Swinging to the left, swinging to the right

The excise men will dance all night

Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight

In the hills of Connemara.

(Chorus)

A gallon for the butcher, a quart for John

A bottle for poor old Father Tom

To help the poor old man along

In the hills of Connemara.

(Chorus:)

Stand your ground, it is too late

The excise men is at the gate.

Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinkin' it straight

In the hills of Connemara.

(Chorus) (2x)