Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem The Juice of the Barley

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 banyana mo if angana 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, At the le