Juice of the Barley~ traditional

In the sweet county Lim'rick, one cold winter's night

All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light;

And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy,

As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy,

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Singing bainne na mbó do na gamhna

And the juice of the barley for me.

Then when I was a young lad of six years or so,

With me book and my pencil to school I did go,

To a dirty old school house without any door,

Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,

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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.

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Then one Sunday the priest read me out from the altar,

Saying you'll end your days with your neck in a halter;

And you'll dance a fine jig betwix heaven and hell,

And his words they did haunt me the truth for to tell,

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So the very next morn as the dawn it did break,

I went down to the priest house the pledge for to take,

And in there in the room sat the priests in a bunch,

Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,

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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,

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