THE JUICE OF THE BARLEY

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In the sweet County Limerick one cold winter’s night

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All the turf fires were burning when I 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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SINGING BAN __YA__ NA M’O IS AN GAN_____ NA

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AND THE JUICE OF THE BARLEY FOR ME _________

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Well when I was a gossoon of eight years 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

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At the learning I warn’t such a genius I’m thinkin’

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But. I soon bet the master entire at drinkin’

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Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around

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But me-self in the corner was sure to be found

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One Sunday the priest thread me out from the altar

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Says, “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, the truth for to tell

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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

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Well from that day to this I have wandered alone

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I’m 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 me days drinking whiskey galore