Greenfields Együttes - The Hills of Connemara dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Greenfields Együttes - The Hills of Connemara dalszöveg lyrics]
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara
Swinging to the left, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara
Stand your ground, for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to Paddy
But they're drinkin' it straight
In the hills of ConnemaraChorus (Twice)
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara
Swinging to the left, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara
Chorus
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara
Stand your ground, for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Glory be to Paddy
But they're drinkin' it straight
In the hills of ConnemaraChorus (Twice)
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