Hills Of Connemara Lyrics - Gaelic Storm

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 

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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 

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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)