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Jasper Coal
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Gather Up the Pots
Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Now keep your eyes well peeled today The excise men are on their way Huntin all around for the mountain tea In the hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Now swing to the left, now swing to the right the excise man can dance all night drinkin 'up the tea 'til the broad daylight In the hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for Tom Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And a bottle for the poor old Father John To help the poor old dear along In the hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Now, stand your ground, 'fore it's too late The excise men, they're at the gate Glory be to Paddy they're drinkin it straight In the hills of Connemara
Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney
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