Irish Songs Lyrics With Guitar Chords By Martin Dardis

Juice Of The Barley Song Lyrics

Home
Lyrics + Chords A-B
C - F
G - J
K - M
N - R
S - T
U - Z
The Tin Whistle Song Book With Letter Notes
Sheet Music And Tin Whistle
Tin Whistle Music 2
Learning Tin Whistle
Children's Songs On Tin Whistle
Pop Songs For The Tin Whistle
Christmas Carols For The Tin Whistle
Traditional Whistle Sheet Music
The Dubliners
Christy Moore
Wolfe Tones
Fureys Brothers
Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem
Pogues
Most Popular Songs
Dublin City Ramblers
Johnny McEvoy
Scottish Songs
Gaeilge Songs
Foster & Allen
Irish Brigade
Country And Pop
Mary Black
Derek Ryan
Eric Bogle
Corries
McCalmans
Saw Doctors
Seamus Moore
Tommy Sands
Colum Sands
Football And Hurling Songs
American Folk And Patriotic Songs
German Songs
Runrig
Charlie And The Bhoys
Big Tom
Nathan Carter Lyrics
Welsh Songs
Other Songs And Resources
Updates
Guestbook
Learn Guitar

The Juice Of The Barley lyrics and chords. Traditional, Recorded by The Clancys And Tommy Makem.

 

[A7]In the[D] sweet country Lim'rick, one[A7] cold winter's night
All the[D] turf fires were burning when[A7] I first saw the light;
And a[D] drunken old midwife went[G] tipsy with joy
As she[A] danced round the floor with her[G] slip of a[A7] boy,

cho: Singing[D] ban-ya-na mo if an-[G]ga-[A7]na
And the[D] juice of the[A7] barley for[D] 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,

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.

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,

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,

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,

 

rsz_1rsz_1rsz_greenwhiteorange2.jpg

Privacy Policy        Links  Copyright  2002 - 2014 Martin Dardis

rsz_1rsz_1rsz_greenwhiteorange2.jpg