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Hills of Connemara
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Keep your eyes well peeled today,
The Excise men are on their way,
Searching for the mountain pay,
In the Hills of Connemara.
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Gather up your pots and your old tin can,
Your mash, your corn, your barley and your bran,
Run like a Devil from the Excise man,
Keep the smoke from rising Barley.
Mountain Breezes gently blow,
Hear the echo in the valley below,
See the old Jarveys on the go,
In the Hills of Connemara.
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Gather round the big parade,
The Excise men are at the gate,
Saying "Glory be to Gad they be drinking it Nate"
In the Hills of Connemara.
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