| Song Name: | The Juice of the Barley | By: | The Clancys, Tommy Makem |
| Posted By: | yukon | Difficulty: | Beginner |
| Key: | C | Genre: | Irish |
| Harp Type: | Diatonic | ||
| Created: | 2009-04-29 15:04:13 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
| Song: | 5 -4 5 -3 4 -3" 4
In the sweet country Lim�rick, 5 -4 -5 -6 -6 5 -4 one cold winter�s night, all the 4 -3 4 -3" 4 5 5 -4 turf fires were burning when I first 5 -5 -3 5 -4 4 -3 4 saw the light; and a drunken old -3" 4 5 -4 -5 -6 -6 -6 -7 midwife went tip-sy with joy, as she 7 -7 -6 -5 5 4 -4 danced round the floor with her slip 4 -4 -3 of a boy Chorus: 5 -4 4 -3 4 -3" 4 5 -6 5 Singing ban-ya-no mo if an-ga-na 5 -4 4 4 4 -4 4 -3 -3" and the juice of the barley for me. Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so with me turf and me primer to school I did go. To a dusty old school house without any door, where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor, Chorus At the learning I wasn�t such a genius I�m thinking, but I soon bet the master entirely at drinking, not a wake or a wedding for five miles around, but meself in the corner was sure to be found, Chorus One Sunday the priest read me out from the altar saying you�ll end up your days with your neck in a halter; and you�ll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell and his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell, Chorus So the very next morning as the dawn it did break I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take, and there in that room sat the priests in a bunch round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch, Chorus Well from that day to this I have wandered alone, I�m a jack of all trades and a master of none, with the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor, and I�ll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore, Chorus |
