Hey Folks
This is my entry for HIVE Open mic 71 , this week we have the theme of high spirits.
I thought a Irish drinking song about making moonshine in the hills of Connemara might be a fun song to sing this week.
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 big tall men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the 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.
Mountain breezes as they blow
Hear them echo in the glen below
the moonshine men are on the go
In the 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.
A gallon for the butcher and a pint for John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
To help his hymns and prayers along
In the 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.
Stand your ground, for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate.
Glory be to god, they're drinkin' it straight
In the 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.
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.
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.
Swinging to the left boys, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay in the braw moonlight
In the 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.
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.
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