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.

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In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night
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All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light;
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And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
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As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy,

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Chous:   Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na
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     And the juice of the barley for me.

                 C                                   G                         C
Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
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With me turf and me primer to school I did go.
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To a dusty old school house without any door,
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Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,        Chorus

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At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
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But I soon beat the master entirely at drinking,
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Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around,
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But meself in the corner was sure to be found.       Chorus

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One Sunday the priest threwed me out from the altar
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Saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter;
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And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
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And his words they did frighten me, truth for to tell,       Chorus

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So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
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I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take,
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And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch
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Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,       Chorus

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Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
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I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
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With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
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And I'll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore,       Chorus
 

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