1. 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, 2. 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, 3. 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. |
4. 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, 5. 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, 6. 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, |
Refrain: Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na And the juice of the barley for me. |
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