The Juice Of The Barley

B E B In the sweet county Limerick one cold winter's night B E F#7 All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light B E B And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy B E F#7 As she danced round the room with her slip of a boy F#7 B E B B F#7 B Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me B E B Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so B E F#7 With me turf and me primer to school I did go B E B To a dusty old school house without any door B E F#7 Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor B E B At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking (I wasn't much for poetry, either) B E F#7 But I soon beat the master entirely at drinking B E B Not a wake or a wedding for ten miles around B E F#7 But meself in the corner was sure to be found B E B B F#7 B Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me B E B One Sunday the priest thread me out from the altar B E F#7 Saying you'll end your days with your neck in a halter; B E B And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell B E F#7 And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell B E B So the very next morning as the dawn it did break B E F#7 I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take B E B And there in that room sat them priests in a bunch B E F#7 Round a big roaring fire drinkin' tumblers of punch B E B B F#7 B Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me B E B Well from that day to this I have wandered alone B E F#7 I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none B E B With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor B E F#7 And I'll dance out me days drinking whiskey galore B E B B F#7 B Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me B E B B F#7 B Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me