Gather[D] up your pots and your[G] old tin[D] cans,
The corn the mash the barley and the[A] bran
Run[D] likr the devil from the[G] excise[D] man,keep the smoke from rising[A] Bar[D]ney.
Keep your eyes well peeled today,the exicise men are on their way,
Searchin for the mountain tay,in the hills of Connemara.
Swing to the left,swing to the righe,the excise men will dance all night,
Drinking up the tay till the broad day lighjt,
in the hills of Connemara.
Stand your ground it is too late the excise men are at the gate,
Glory be to Paddy but their drinking it nate,in the hills of Connemara.