Gaelic Storm
Gaelic Storm - Hills Of Connemara lyrics
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Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the exercise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now keep your eyes well peeled today The tall, tall men are on their way They're searching for the mountain Tay In the Hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the exercise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John And a bottle for poor old father Tom Just help the poor old dear along In the Hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the exercise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Don't swing to the left, don't swing to the right Sure exersise men can dance all night Drinking up the Tay till the broad daylight In the Hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the exercise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now stand your ground, and don't you fall The exercise men, they're at the wall Jesus Christ ain't drinking at all In the Hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the exercise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran Then run like the devil from the exercise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney