wee_ginga_yin
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Gather[D] up your pots and your[G] old tin[D] cans,
The corn the mash the barley and the[A] bran
Run[D] like 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.
[Chorus]
Swing to the left,swing to the right,
the excise men will dance all night,
Drinking up the tay till the broad day light,
in the hills of Connemara.
[Chorus]
Stand your ground it is too late
the excise men are at the gate,
Glory be to Paddy but their drinking it neat,
in the hills of Connemara.
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