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 
Chorus  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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