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The Juice Of The Barley
Recorded by Clancys Do the first three lines of each verse slowly, then pick it up to tempo on the fourth and into the chorus.C G C
In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night
G
All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light;
C G C
And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
G
As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy,C F C
Chous: Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na
G C
And the juice of the barley for me.C G C
Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
G
With me turf and me primer to school I did go.
C G C
To a dusty old school house without any door,
G
Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor, ChorusC G C
At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
G
But I soon beat the master entirely at drinking,
C G C
Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around,
G
But meself in the corner was sure to be found. ChorusC G C
One Sunday the priest threwed me out from the altar
G
Saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter;
C G C
And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
G
And his words they did frighten me, truth for to tell, ChorusC G C
So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
G
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take,
C G C
And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch
G
Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch, ChorusC G C
Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
G
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
C G C
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
G
And I'll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore, Chorus
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