The Stillwater Hobos - The hills of connemara

Chorus: ^GGather up your pots and your ^Cold tin ^Gcans The mash and the corn, the ^Dbarley and the bran ^GRun like the devil from the ^Cexcise ^Gman Keep the smoke from risin^Dg, ^GBarney.

^GKeep your eyes well-^Cpeeled to^Gday The excise men, they’re o^Dn their way ^GSearching for the ^Cmountain ^Gtay In the Hills of Conne^Dmara^G.

^GThe mountain breezes ^Cas they ^Gblow Echo down to ^Dplains below The ^Gbig tall men are ^Con the ^Ggo In the Hills of Conne^Dmara^G.

^GSwing to the left now ^Cswing to the ^Gright— The excise men, they can ^Ddance all night ^GDrinking up the tay till the ^Cbroad day^Glight In the Hills of Conne^Dmara^G.

^GA gallon for the butcher and ^Cbig Nick ^GKlein A bottle for the poor old ^DFather Stein To ^Gkeep him off that ^Caltar ^Gwine In the Hills of Conne^Dmara^G.

^GStand your ground, for ^Cit’s to^Go late The excise men,^D they’re at the gate ^GGlory be to Paddy for they’r^Ce drinking i^Gt straight In the Hills of Conne^Dmara^G!