The Juice Of The Barley - Ver 2

D G A7 In the sweet country Limerick one cold winter’s night D G A All the turf fires were burning when I saw the light D A7 D A7 And a drunken old midwife was tipsy with joy Bm G A7 As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy D Bm Singing “Ban-ye na mo is an gow-na D A7 D And the juice of the barley for me.” Well when I was a gassoon 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 D Bm Singing “Ban-ye na mo is an gow-na D A7 D And the juice of the barley for me.” 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 D Bm Singing “Ban-ye na mo is an gow-na D A7 D And the juice of the barley for me.” 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 betwixt heaven and hell.” And the words they did frighten, the truth for to tell D Bm Singing “Ban-ye na mo is an gow-na D A7 D And the juice of the barley for me.” 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 D Bm Singing “Ban-ye na mo is an gow-na D A7 D And the juice of the barley for me.” 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 D Bm Singing “Ban-ye na mo is an gow-na D A7 D And the juice of the barley for me.”