MOUNTAIN TAY, THE
Chorus:
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The corn, the mash, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Swing to left swing to the right,
The excise men will dance all night,
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara
Oh the excise men are on their way
They're hunting all around for the mountain tay
Oh they won't go away for the devil of a day
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus
Oh here's a bottle for Uncle Tom
And here's a gallon for Father John
To help the poor old dear along
Through the hills of Connemara
Well, stand your ground for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Oh, glory be to Jesus, they're drinking it straight
In the hills of Connemara
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