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.
[2]
Keep your eyes well peeled today,the exicise men are on their way,
Searchin for the mountain tay,in the hills of Connemara.
[3]
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.
[4]
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.
