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Down In Waterford Town on a 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 Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na (Gaelic) And the juice of the barley for me Now when I was a lad about eight years or so With me books and me pencils to school I did go To the dirty old school house without any door Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na And the juice of the barley for me Now At learning I wasn't a genius I'm thinking But I soon bet the master entirely of drinking Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around But meself in the corner was sure to be found Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na And the juice of the barley for me Then One Sunday the preacher said i'd cooked me goose Said "You'll end up one day with your neck in a noose And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell" And his words they did frighten me truth for to tell Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na And the juice of the barley for me So the very next day when the dawn it did break I went to the vestry, the pledge for to take And there in a room they all sat in a bunch Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na And the juice of the barley for me So from that day to this I have wandered alone I'm a jack of all trades and I'm master of none With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor And I'll finish my days drinking whiskey galore Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na And the juice of the barley for me |