Текст песни Mountain Tae - The Blarney Lads

Keep your eyes well peeled today
The tall, tall men are on their way
Searching for the Mountain Tae
In the hills of Connemara

Mountain breezes whisper low
Hear their echo in the glen below
The ol' gombeens are on the go
In the 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

A gallon for the butcher, a quart for Tom
A bottle for poor old Father John
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 straight
In the 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 tae till broad daylight
In the 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

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

Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising Barney