G C G
Chorus: Gather up your pots and your old tin cans
D
The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran
G C G
Run like the devil from the excise man
D G
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney.
G C G
Keep your eyes well-peeled today
D
The excise men, they’re on their way
G C G
Searching for the mountain tay
D G
In the Hills of Connemara.
Chorus
G C G
The mountain breezes as they blow
D
Echo down to plains below
G C G
The big tall men are on the go
D G
In the Hills of Connemara.
Chorus
G C G
Swing to the left now swing to the right—
D
The excise men, they can dance all night
G C G
Drinking up the tay till the broad daylight
D G
In the Hills of Connemara.
Chorus
G C G
A gallon for the butcher and big Nick Klein
D
A bottle for the poor old Father Stein
G C G
To keep him off that altar wine
D G
In the Hills of Connemara.
Chorus
G C G
Stand your ground, for it’s too late
D
The excise men, they’re at the gate
G C G
Glory be to Paddy for they’re drinking it straight
D G
In the Hills of Connemara! 