"Hills Of Connemara"
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.
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 Connemara.
Connemara
County Galway
Connemara has long been regarded as the real "emerald" of Ireland.
From the rugged Twelve Bens mountain range in the north, through Roundstone Bog, to the beaches of the Atlantic Ocean, you'll know you're in Connemara by the light that constantly changes the mood and tone of the landscape.
The unspoiled environment offers a wonderland of sights and adventures. And the people! They are warm, friendly and extend a hospitality which of course is the essence of Ireland.
