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| Song Name: |
The Juice of the Barley(tremolo) |
By: |
The Clancys, Tommy Makem |
| Posted By: |
yukon |
Difficulty: |
Beginner |
| Key: |
C |
Genre: |
Irish |
| Harp Type: |
Tremolo |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2009-04-29 15:04:38 |
Modified: |
0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
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In the sweet country Lim�rick,
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one cold winter�s night, all the
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turf fires were burning when I first
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saw the light; and a drunken old
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midwife went tip-sy with joy, as she
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danced round the floor with her slip
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of a boy
Chorus:
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Singing ban-ya-no mo if an-ga-na
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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 |
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