Hills Of Connemara Lyrics by Gaelic Storm

Hills Of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin canAnd the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the branAnd then run like the devil from the excise manKeep the smoke from rising, BarneyNow keep your eyes well peeled todayThe tall, tall men, they're on their wayThey're searching for the mountain teaIn the hills of ConnemaraGather up the pots and the old tin canAnd the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the branAnd then run like the devil from the excise manKeep the smoke from rising, BarneyA gallon for the butcher and a quart for TomAnd a bottle for the poor old Father TomTo help the poor old dear alongIn the hills of ConnemaraGather up the pots and the old tin canAnd the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the branAnd then run like the devil from the excise manKeep the smoke from rising, BarneyNow swing to the left, now swing to the rightSure, the excise man can dance all nightHe's drinkin 'up the tea 'til the broad daylightIn the hills of ConnemaraGather up the pots and the old tin canAnd the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the branAnd then run like the devil from the excise manKeep the smoke from rising, BarneyNow, stand your ground, and don't you fallThe excise men, they're at the wallJesus Christ, they're drinkin' it allIn the hills of ConnemaraGather up the pots and the old tin canAnd the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the branAnd then run like the devil from the excise manKeep the smoke from rising, Barney[2x]