Gather up the pots
and the old tin can
And the mash and
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 excise 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 can
And the mash and
the corn the barley
and the bran
Then run like the devil
from the excise man
Keep the smoke
from rising Barney
Swing to the left
now swing to the right
Sure the excise man
can dance all night
He's drinkin up the tea
'til the broad daylight
In the hills of
Connemara
Gather up the pots
and the old tin can
And the mash and
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 can
And the mash and
the corn the barley
and the bran
Then run like the devil
from the excise man
Keep the smoke
from rising Barney
Keep your eyes
well peeled today the
excise men are
on their way
Searching for the
mountain tay in the
hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots
and the old tin can
And the mash and
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 can
And the mash and
the corn the barley
and the bran
Then run like the devil
from the excise man
Keep the smoke
from rising Barney