Chorus:
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
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 tall, tall men are 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 John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara.
Chorus
Swinging to the left, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara.
Chorus
Now, stand your ground & don't you fall,
The excise men, they're at the wall--
Jesus Christ, they're drinkin' it all
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus (Twice)
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
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 tall, tall men are 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 John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara.
Chorus
Swinging to the left, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara.
Chorus
Now, stand your ground & don't you fall,
The excise men, they're at the wall--
Jesus Christ, they're drinkin' it all
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus (Twice)