Johnny McEvoy - The hills of connemara

^DGather up the pots and the ^Gold tin ^Dcan, The ^Dmash, the corn, the ^Gbarley and the ^Abran. ^DRun like the devil from the ^Gexcise ^Dman, Keep the ^Dsmoke from rising B^A7arne^Dy

^DKeep your eyes well ^Gpeeled ^Dtoday The ^Dexcise men are ^Gon their ^Away ^DSearching for the ^Gmountain ^Dtay In the hills of Con^A7nema^Dra

^DSwing to teh left and ^Gswing to the ^Drigh The ^Dexcise men will ^Gdance all ^Anight ^DDrinking up the tay in the ^Gbroad d^Daylight In the hills of Con^A7nema^Dra

^DA gallon for the butcher, a ^Gquart for ^DTom A ^Dbottle for poor old ^GFather ^AJohn To ^Dhelp the poor old ^Gdear al^Dong In the hills of Con^A7nema^Dra

^DStand your ground, it ^Gis too l^Date The ^Dexcise men are ^Gat the ^Agate ^DGlory be to Paddy, but they're ^Gdrinking it ^Dnate In the hills of Con^A7nema^Dra