Gather up the pots and the old tin can   And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran   And then run like the devil from the excise man   Keep the smoke from rising, Barney      Now keep your eyes well peeled today   The tall, tall men, they're on their way   They're searching for the mountain tea   In the hills of Connemara      Gather up the pots and the old tin can   And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran   And then run like the devil from the excise man   Keep the smoke from rising, Barney      A gallon for the butcher and a quart for Tom   And a bottle for the poor old Father Tom   To help the poor old dear along   In the hills of Connemara      Gather up the pots and the old tin can   And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran   And then run like the devil from the excise man   Keep the smoke from rising, Barney      Now swing to the left, now swing to the right   Sure, the excise man can dance all night   He's drinkin 'up the tea 'til the broad daylight   In the hills of Connemara      Gather up the pots and the old tin can   And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran   And then run like the devil from the excise man   Keep the smoke from rising, Barney      Now, stand your ground, and don't you fall   The excise men, they're at the wall   Jesus Christ, they're drinkin' it all   In the hills of Connemara      Gather up the pots and the old tin can   And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran   And then run like the devil from the excise man   Keep the smoke from rising, Barney   (2x)