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Folk Song

X:1 T:The Juice of the Barley O:Irland Z:webmaster M:6/8 L:1/8

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K:A E/D/|CB,C A,CE|DFA A2E/D/|CB,C A,CE/E/ |DCD B,2E/D/| CB,C A,CE|DFA A2A/B/|cBA FEC|DCD B,ED | CB,C A,CE|A3 E2E/D/|CCC DCB,|A,3- A,|| % W:In the sweet County Limerick one cold winter's night W:All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light W:And a drunken oul midwife went tipsy with joy W:As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy W:Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna W:And the juice of the barley for me W:. W:Well when I was a gossoon of eight years or so W:With me turf and me primer to school I did go W:To a dusty old schoolhouse without any door W:Where lay the schoolmaster blind drunk on the floor W:Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna W:And the juice of the barley for me W:. W:At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinkin' W:But I soon beat the master entirely at drinkin' W:Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around W:But meself in the corner was sure to be found W:Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna W:And the juice of the barley for me W:. W:One Sunday the priest read me out from the altar W:Saying You'll end up your days with your neck in a halter W:And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell W:And his words they frighten me, truth for to tell W:Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna W:And the juice of the barley for me W:. W:So the very next morning as the dawn it did break W:I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take W:And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch W:Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch W:Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna W:And the juice of the barley for me W:. W:Well from that day to this I have wandered alone W:I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none W:With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor W:And I'll dance out me days drinking whiskey galore W:Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna W:And the juice of the barley for me % % % % %

					
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