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HILLS OF CONNEMARA

Gather up the pots and the old tin can
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the Excise man
Keep the smoke from rising Barney.

Swing to the left and swing to the right.
The Excise men will dance all night.
Drinking up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara.

A gallon for the butcher, a quart for Tom,
A bottle for poor old Father Tom
To help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara.

Stand your ground, it is too late
The Excise men are at the gate
Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinking it nate.
In the hills of Connemara.

From Soodlum's Irish Ballad Book:
(According to this book, it's a song about the production of "illicit"
alcohol -- poteen, as it's called -- and the attempt by the Excise men
to control it.) VM

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OCT98

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