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Gaelic Storm
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The Hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Now 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
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John And a bottle for poor old father Tom Just help the poor old dear along In the Hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Don't swing to the left, don't swing to the right Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Sure excise men can dance all night Drinking up the Tay till the broad daylight In the Hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Now stand your ground, and don't you fall The excise men, they're at the wall Jesus Christ ain't drinking at all In the Hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
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