The Juice of the Barley(Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - November 1962) - The Clancy Brothers/Tommy Makem

作曲：Traditional

In the sweet country 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

Cho singing ban ya na mo if an ga na

And the juice of the barley for 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

Cho singing ban ya na mo if an ga na

And the juice of 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

Cho singing ban ya na mo if an ga na

And the juice of the barley for me

One Sunday the priest thread 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

Cho singing ban ya na mo if an ga na

And the juice of 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

Cho singing ban ya na mo if an ga na

And the juice of 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 frinking whiskey galore

Cho singing ban ya na mo if an ga na

And the juice of the barley for me