Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] Mountain breezes as they blow Hear their echo in the glen below The excise men are on the go In the hills of Connemara [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Keep your eyes well peeled today The big, tall men are on their way Searching for the mountain tay In the hills of Connemara [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] A gallon for the preacher, a quart for Tom A bottle for poor old Father John To help his prayers and hymns along In the hills of Connemara [Chorus] 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 [Verse 4] Hold your ground, boys, it's too late The excise men are at the gate Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinking it straight In the hills of Connemara [Chorus] 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 (woo!) [Verse 5] Swing to the left and swing to the right The excise men will dance all night Drinking up the tay in the broad daylight In the hills of Connemara [Chorus] 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] 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