Hills of Connemara
Lyrics
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 exicise men are on their way
Searchin for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara
Swing to the left, swing to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinking up the tay till the broad day light
In the hills of Connemara
Stand your ground it is too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to Paddy but their drinking it nate
In the hills of Connemara
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
Songs of Galway
Notes
Clip – Tom Donovan
