The Juice of the Barley(tremolo)

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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


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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,

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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,

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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,

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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,

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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,

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