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Gather up the pots and the old tin can

And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran

And 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

Huntin all around for the mountain tea

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

And run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Now swing to the left, now swing to the right

the excise man can dance all night

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

And 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 the 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

And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran

And then run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Now, stand your ground, 'fore it’s too late

The excise men, they’re at the gate

Glory be to Paddy they’re drinkin it straight

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

And 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

And then run like the devil from the excise man

Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

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