Chords for Hills of Connemara

Gather up the pots and the old tin can, The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran,
Run like the devil from the excise man, Keep the smoke from rising Barney.
_ [G] _ [C] _ Your eyes will peel today, The [G] excise men are on their [C] way,
Searching for the mountain tay, In the hills of [G] _ [C] Connambara.
Gather up the pots and the old tin can, The mash and [G] the corn, the barley and [C] the bran,
Run like the devil from the excise man, Keep the smoke from [G] rising [C] Barney.
_ _ A gallop with a butcher and a court with Tom, A [G] potter for dear old Father [C] John,
To help the poor [F] [C] aldar along, In the hills of Connambara.
Gather [D] up the pots and the old [C] tin can, The mash and the [G] corn, the barley and the bran,
[C] Run like the devil from the excise man, Keep the smoke [G] from rising [C] Barney. _
_ _ The mountain breezes a whisper low, [A] In the valley and the [G] glens [C] below,
The excise men are on their go, In the hills of Connambara.
[D] Gather up the pots and the old tin [C] can, The mash and the corn, the [G] barley and the [C] bran,
Run like the devil from the excise man, Keep the smoke from rising Barney.
_ _ _ Stand your ground boys, it's too late, The [G] excise men are at the gate,
[C] Glory be to Paddy, but we're drinking it straight, In the hills [G] of [C] Connambara.
Gather up [D] the pots and the old [C] tin can, The mash and [G] the corn, the barley and the bran,
[D] Run like the devil from [C] the excise man, Keep the smoke from rising Barney. _ _
_ Swing to the left and swing to the right, The [E] excise men will dance all [C] night,
In the tale of broad daylight, In the [G] hills of [C] Connambara.
Gather up the pots and the old tin can, The mash and the [G] corn, the barley and the bran,
Run like the devil from the excise man, Keep the smoke from rising [C] Barney. _ _ _ _ _ _
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