Hills Of Connemara Testo

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. [Chorus] Keep your eyes well peeled today The tall, tall man are on their way, Searching for the mountain tae In the hills of Connemara. Swing to the left and swing to the right. The Excise men will dance all night. Drinking up the tay till the broad daylight In the hills of Connemara. A gallon for the butcher, a quart for Tom, A bottle for poor old Father John To help the poor old dear along In the hills of Connemara. Stand your ground for it is too late The Excise men are at the gate Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinking it nate. In the hills of Connemara.