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DIn the sweet country LimGerick one cold winteA7r’s night
DAll the turf fires wereG burning when I saw the ligAht
DAnd a drunken oA7ld midwife was tDipsy with joyA7
BmAs sGheA7 danced round the floor with her slip of a boy
Chorus:
SDinging “BaBmn-ye na mo is an gow-na DAnd the juiA7ce oDf 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 Chorus:
SDinging “BaBmn-ye na mo is an gow-na DAnd the juiA7ce oDf 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 Chorus:
SDinging “BaBmn-ye na mo is an gow-na DAnd the juiA7ce oDf 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 Chorus:
SDinging “BaBmn-ye na mo is an gow-na DAnd the juiA7ce oDf 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 Chorus:
SDinging “BaBmn-ye na mo is an gow-na DAnd the juiA7ce oDf 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 Chorus:
SDinging “BaBmn-ye na mo is an gow-na DAnd the juiA7ce oDf the barley for me.”