G                        C            G
In the sweet county Limerick one cold winter's night
         G                               C            D7
All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light
        G                       C          G
And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
        G                C             D7
As she danced round the room with her slip of a boy


[Refrain]
  D7     G                   C    G           G            D7        G
Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me


[Verse 2]
          G                  C                   G
Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
         G                    C            D7
With me turf and me primer to school I did go
      G                         C        G
To a dusty old school house without any door
       G              C            D7
Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor


[Verse 3]
        G                        C          G
At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking (I wasn't much for poetry, either)
      G                      C          D7
But I soon beat the master entirely at drinking
      G                      C         G
Not a wake or a wedding for ten miles around
      G                       C          D7
But meself in the corner was sure to be found


[Refrain]
         G                   C   G            G           D7         G
Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me


[Verse 4]
     G                          C             G
One Sunday the priest thread me out from the altar
              G                       C         D7
Saying you'll end your days with your neck in a halter;
           G                         C         G
And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
        G                              C            D7
And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell


[Verse 5]
       G                        C           G
So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
       G                      C             D7
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take
     G                          C            G
And there in that room sat them priests in a bunch
        G                         C           D7
Round a big roaring fire drinkin' tumblers of punch


[Refrain]
        G                   C    G            G           D7         G
Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me


[Verse 6]
          G                       C        G
Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
       G                       C         D7
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none
         G                       C            G
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor
         G                          C       D7
And I'll dance out me days drinking whiskey galore


[Refrain]
        G                    C   G            G           D7         G
Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me
        G                    C   G            G           D7         G
Singin' bainne na mbo is an gamh-na, and the Juice of the Barley for me