Gaelic Storm - Hills Of Connemara Lyrics

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Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran

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 are on their way

They're searching for the mountain Tay

In the Hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran

Then run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John

And a bottle for poor old father Tom

Just help the poor old dear along

In the Hills of Connemara

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Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran

Then run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Don't swing to the left, don't swing to the right

Sure excise men can dance all night

Drinking up the Tay till the broad daylight

In the Hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran

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 ain't drinking at all

In the Hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran

Then run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans

The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran

Then run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

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