Chords for Juice of the Barley - The Dubliners
Tempo:
96.3 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Gm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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This next song is about a poor unfortunate man who was hounded by his wife, by his girlfriend,
by the Catholic priest, the Protestant minister, everyone trying to get him to give up drink.
But this man did not fall by the wayside.
He didn't ever take a pledge.
In the sweet county Limerick, cold winter's night,
There were bonfires [G] ablaze and when I [G] first saw the light,
[C] And a crazy old wife gone to see what joy,
As she danced on the floor [G] with this little boy,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop [G] dying for [C] me?
That section there, that's what you call the [Gm] chorus.
And if [N] you wish to join in, please do so.
But it sounds much better if you all do it together.
Now part of the chorus is in Irish and Gaelic, the other part is in English.
The Gaelic section goes, Báinne mamáil dos na gaon.
Báinne is the Irish for milk, bó is a cow, and gaon is a calf.
So let the calves have the milk from the cows.
The rest of the chorus is the juice of the barley from me.
If you don't know what the juice of the barley is, come to Ireland [C] and we'll explain it to you sometime.
Now when I was a young lad, about four years or so,
Put me forth [G] and made for my first school I did go,
[C] To that dark yellow cow [F] shed, without any [C] door,
Where lay the schoolmaster [G] blind.
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
I'm so blown, I wasn't a genius, I'm thinking,
How but soon I could make [G] the schoolmaster a drinkin'.
Not [C] awake, not awake, for nine miles around,
Put me self in the corner blind [G] from day to day.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did [G] you stop dying for me?
Then I met this wee lassie, and she made me wee pick,
[Am] But the answer she [D] gave me I'll never [G] forget.
Her [C] screeching of a cauldron was heard on the moon,
Same golf [F] curl and giggly as [G] a roonkin' musk.
Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
So I lay to sleep, and I ran like a hound,
Over hedges and ditches made great for [G] plowing,
But ere [C] I got to the river, I fell into sheeping,
Where I drowned only brief [G] with one pig and a woodsheed.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying [C] for me?
Well next Sunday the priest had me read from the altar,
[Dm] And he said that I'd [G] wind up three days in a halter.
[C] If you don't mind your way by the noon, I now tell,
That you'll soon dance a jig [G] on the house door.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, [G] how did you stop dying [C] for me?
So the very next Sunday my way I did make,
I took a trip to his [G] reverence, a pledge with a take.
First I [C] peed two pillows, saw priests in a bunch,
Around the graveyard and fire-drinking [G] tumblers of
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for [C] me?
But from that day to this I have rumbled along,
[A] I'm a jack-of-all [G]-trades and has the red blood,
But [C] the sky for me, the moon for me, and for me the Lord.
And I had an ornery day [G] drinking whiskey alone,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
[N]
by the Catholic priest, the Protestant minister, everyone trying to get him to give up drink.
But this man did not fall by the wayside.
He didn't ever take a pledge.
In the sweet county Limerick, cold winter's night,
There were bonfires [G] ablaze and when I [G] first saw the light,
[C] And a crazy old wife gone to see what joy,
As she danced on the floor [G] with this little boy,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop [G] dying for [C] me?
That section there, that's what you call the [Gm] chorus.
And if [N] you wish to join in, please do so.
But it sounds much better if you all do it together.
Now part of the chorus is in Irish and Gaelic, the other part is in English.
The Gaelic section goes, Báinne mamáil dos na gaon.
Báinne is the Irish for milk, bó is a cow, and gaon is a calf.
So let the calves have the milk from the cows.
The rest of the chorus is the juice of the barley from me.
If you don't know what the juice of the barley is, come to Ireland [C] and we'll explain it to you sometime.
Now when I was a young lad, about four years or so,
Put me forth [G] and made for my first school I did go,
[C] To that dark yellow cow [F] shed, without any [C] door,
Where lay the schoolmaster [G] blind.
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
I'm so blown, I wasn't a genius, I'm thinking,
How but soon I could make [G] the schoolmaster a drinkin'.
Not [C] awake, not awake, for nine miles around,
Put me self in the corner blind [G] from day to day.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did [G] you stop dying for me?
Then I met this wee lassie, and she made me wee pick,
[Am] But the answer she [D] gave me I'll never [G] forget.
Her [C] screeching of a cauldron was heard on the moon,
Same golf [F] curl and giggly as [G] a roonkin' musk.
Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
So I lay to sleep, and I ran like a hound,
Over hedges and ditches made great for [G] plowing,
But ere [C] I got to the river, I fell into sheeping,
Where I drowned only brief [G] with one pig and a woodsheed.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying [C] for me?
Well next Sunday the priest had me read from the altar,
[Dm] And he said that I'd [G] wind up three days in a halter.
[C] If you don't mind your way by the noon, I now tell,
That you'll soon dance a jig [G] on the house door.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, [G] how did you stop dying [C] for me?
So the very next Sunday my way I did make,
I took a trip to his [G] reverence, a pledge with a take.
First I [C] peed two pillows, saw priests in a bunch,
Around the graveyard and fire-drinking [G] tumblers of
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for [C] me?
But from that day to this I have rumbled along,
[A] I'm a jack-of-all [G]-trades and has the red blood,
But [C] the sky for me, the moon for me, and for me the Lord.
And I had an ornery day [G] drinking whiskey alone,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
[N]
Key:
C
G
F
Gm
Am
C
G
F
This next song is about a poor unfortunate man who was hounded by his wife, by his girlfriend, _
by the Catholic priest, the Protestant minister, everyone trying to get him to give up drink.
_ But this man did not fall by the wayside.
He didn't ever take a pledge.
_ In the sweet county Limerick, cold winter's night,
There were bonfires [G] ablaze and when I [G] first saw the light,
[C] And a crazy old wife gone to see what joy,
As she danced on the floor [G] with this little boy,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop [G] dying for [C] me?
That section there, that's what you call the [Gm] chorus.
And if [N] you wish to join in, please do so.
But it sounds much better if you all do it together. _
Now part of the chorus is in Irish and Gaelic, the other part is in English.
The Gaelic section goes, Báinne mamáil dos na gaon.
Báinne is the Irish for milk, bó is a cow, and gaon is a calf.
So let the calves have the milk from the cows.
The rest of the chorus is the juice of the barley from me.
If you don't know what the juice of the barley is, come to Ireland [C] and we'll explain it to you sometime.
_ Now when I was a young lad, about four years or so,
Put me forth [G] and made for my first school I did go,
[C] To that dark yellow cow [F] shed, without any [C] door,
Where lay the schoolmaster [G] blind.
_ [C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
I'm so blown, I wasn't a genius, I'm thinking,
How but soon I could make [G] the schoolmaster a drinkin'.
Not [C] awake, not awake, for nine miles around,
Put me self in the corner blind [G] from day to day.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did [G] you stop dying for me?
Then I met this wee lassie, and she made me wee pick,
[Am] But the answer she [D] gave me I'll never [G] forget.
Her [C] screeching of a cauldron was heard on the moon,
Same golf [F] curl and giggly as [G] a roonkin' musk.
Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
So I lay to sleep, and I ran like a hound,
Over hedges and ditches made great for [G] plowing,
But ere [C] I got to the river, I fell into sheeping,
Where I drowned only brief [G] with one pig and a woodsheed.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying [C] for me?
Well next Sunday the priest had me read from the altar,
[Dm] And he said that I'd [G] wind up three days in a halter.
[C] If you don't mind your way by the noon, I now tell,
That you'll soon dance a jig [G] on the house door.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, [G] how did you stop dying [C] for me?
So the very next Sunday my way I did make,
I took a trip to his [G] reverence, a pledge with a take.
First I [C] peed two pillows, saw priests in a bunch,
Around the graveyard and fire-drinking [G] tumblers of
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for [C] me?
But from that day to this I have rumbled along,
[A] I'm a jack-of-all [G]-trades and has the red blood,
But [C] the sky for me, the moon for me, and for me the Lord.
And I had an ornery day [G] drinking whiskey alone,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me? _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
by the Catholic priest, the Protestant minister, everyone trying to get him to give up drink.
_ But this man did not fall by the wayside.
He didn't ever take a pledge.
_ In the sweet county Limerick, cold winter's night,
There were bonfires [G] ablaze and when I [G] first saw the light,
[C] And a crazy old wife gone to see what joy,
As she danced on the floor [G] with this little boy,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop [G] dying for [C] me?
That section there, that's what you call the [Gm] chorus.
And if [N] you wish to join in, please do so.
But it sounds much better if you all do it together. _
Now part of the chorus is in Irish and Gaelic, the other part is in English.
The Gaelic section goes, Báinne mamáil dos na gaon.
Báinne is the Irish for milk, bó is a cow, and gaon is a calf.
So let the calves have the milk from the cows.
The rest of the chorus is the juice of the barley from me.
If you don't know what the juice of the barley is, come to Ireland [C] and we'll explain it to you sometime.
_ Now when I was a young lad, about four years or so,
Put me forth [G] and made for my first school I did go,
[C] To that dark yellow cow [F] shed, without any [C] door,
Where lay the schoolmaster [G] blind.
_ [C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
I'm so blown, I wasn't a genius, I'm thinking,
How but soon I could make [G] the schoolmaster a drinkin'.
Not [C] awake, not awake, for nine miles around,
Put me self in the corner blind [G] from day to day.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did [G] you stop dying for me?
Then I met this wee lassie, and she made me wee pick,
[Am] But the answer she [D] gave me I'll never [G] forget.
Her [C] screeching of a cauldron was heard on the moon,
Same golf [F] curl and giggly as [G] a roonkin' musk.
Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me?
So I lay to sleep, and I ran like a hound,
Over hedges and ditches made great for [G] plowing,
But ere [C] I got to the river, I fell into sheeping,
Where I drowned only brief [G] with one pig and a woodsheed.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying [C] for me?
Well next Sunday the priest had me read from the altar,
[Dm] And he said that I'd [G] wind up three days in a halter.
[C] If you don't mind your way by the noon, I now tell,
That you'll soon dance a jig [G] on the house door.
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, [G] how did you stop dying [C] for me?
So the very next Sunday my way I did make,
I took a trip to his [G] reverence, a pledge with a take.
First I [C] peed two pillows, saw priests in a bunch,
Around the graveyard and fire-drinking [G] tumblers of
Singing, [C] by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for [C] me?
But from that day to this I have rumbled along,
[A] I'm a jack-of-all [G]-trades and has the red blood,
But [C] the sky for me, the moon for me, and for me the Lord.
And I had an ornery day [G] drinking whiskey alone,
[C] Singing, by the oldest crowd, how did you stop dying for me? _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _