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Hills of Connemara

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Chorus:
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The mash, 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 tay
In the hills of Connemara

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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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