Young Folk - Hills of Connemara (Live Version)

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

Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise man is on his way
He's searching for the mountain tay
In the Hills of Connemara

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

Swing to the left now swing to the right
The excise man can dance all night
He's drinking up the tay till the broad daylight
In the Hills of Connemara

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

A gallon for the butcher and a quart for Tom
And a bottle for poor old Father John
To help the poor old dear along
In the Hills of Connemara

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

Stand your ground and don't you fall
The excise man is at the wall
Jesus Christ he's drinking it all
In the hills of Connemara.

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

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

Written by:
Andrew Frechette, Thomas Frechette

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