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Song Name: The Juice of the Barley By: The Clancys, Tommy Makem
Posted By: yukon Difficulty: Beginner
Key: C Genre: Irish
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2009-04-29 15:04:13 Modified: 0000-00-00 00:00:00
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In the sweet country Limírick,
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one cold winterís 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 wasnít such a genius Iím 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 youíll end up
your days with your neck in a halter;
and youíll 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, Iím a jack of all
trades and a master of none, with the sky for me roof and the earth
for me floor, and Iíll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore,

Chorus

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