The Clancy Brothers - The juice of the barley

In the sw^Geet county Limerick one c^Cold winter's ^Gnight All the t^Gurf fires were burning when I fi^Crst saw the l^D7ight And a dr^Gunken old midwife went t^Cipsy with j^Goy As she d^Ganced round the r^Coom with her s^D7lip of a boy

Si^D7ngin' b^Gainne na mbo is an g^Camh-n^Ga, and the J^Guice of the B^D7arley for ^Gme

Well when ^GI was a gossoon of ^Ceight years old or s^Go With me t^Gurf and me primer to ^Cschool I did ^D7go To a d^Gusty old school house with^Cout any d^Goor Where l^Gay the school m^Caster blind d^D7runk on the floor

At the l^Gearning I wasn't such a g^Cenius I'm t^Ghinking (I wasn't much for poetry, either) But I ^Gsoon beat the master en^Ctirely at d^D7rinking Not a ^Gwake or a wedding for t^Cen miles a^Ground But me^Gself in the corner was s^Cure to be f^D7ound

Singin' b^Gainne na mbo is an g^Camh-^Gna, and the J^Guice of the ^D7Barley for ^Gme

One S^Gunday the priest thread me ^Cout from the a^Gltar Saying you'll ^Gend your days with your ^Cneck in a ^D7halter; And you'll ^Gdance a fine jig between h^Ceaven and ^Ghell And his ^Gwords they did frighten me the ^Ctruth for to ^D7tell

So the ^Gvery next morning as the ^Cdawn it did ^Gbreak I went ^Gdown to the vestry the ^Cpledge for to ^D7take And t^Ghere in that room sat them ^Cpriests in a ^Gbunch Round a ^Gbig roaring fire drinkin' ^Ctumblers of ^D7punch

Singin' ^Gbainne na mbo is an ^Cgamh-^Gna, and the J^Guice of the ^D7Barley for ^Gme

Well from ^Gthat day to this I have ^Cwandered ^Galone I'm a j^Gack of all trades and a ^Cmaster of ^D7none With the ^Gsky for me roof and the ^Cearth for me ^Gfloor And I'll ^Gdance out me days drinking ^Cwhiskey ^D7galore

Singin' ^Gbainne na mbo is an g^Camh-^Gna, and the J^Guice of the ^D7Barley for ^Gme Singin' ^Gbainne na mbo is an g^Camh-^Gna, and the J^Guice of the ^D7Barley for ^Gme