Hills of connemara Songtext

von Patsy Watchorn

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.