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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
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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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