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Gather up the pots and the old tin cans,
The corn, the mash, the barley and the bran;
Running like the devil from the excise man,
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney.
Oh, the excise men are on their way,
They're hunting all around for the mountain tay;
Oh, they won't go away for the devil of a day,
In the hills of Connemara.
Oh here's a bottle for Uncle Tom,
And here's a gallon for Father John,
To help the poor old man along,
Through the hills of Connemara.
Well, stand your ground for it's too late,
The excise men are at the gate;
Oh, glory be to Jesus, they're drinking it straight,
In the hills of Connemara.
Oh here's a bottle for Uncle Tom,
And here's a gallon for Father John,
To help the poor old man along,
Through the hills of Connemara.
Oh here's a bottle for Uncle Tom,
And here's a gallon for Father John,
To help the poor old man along,
Through the hills of Connemara.
Note: Connemara is the name given to the western portion of County Galway, Ireland, which lies between Lough Corrib and the Atlantic. The name Connemara was originally Conmaicnemara, or the tribe of Cormac by the sea, and was given to the area by ancient Gaelic tribes. It was shortened in the 18th century to Connemara.
