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Traditional Irish
- In the sweet County Limerick one cold winter's night
All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light
And a drunken oul midwife went tipsy with joy
As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy
Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
- Well when I was a gossoon of eight years or so
With me turf and me primer to school I did go
To a dusty old schoolhouse without any door
Where lay the schoolmaster blind drunk on the floor
Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
- At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinkin'
But I soon beat the master entirely at drinkin'
Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around
But meself in the corner was sure to be found
Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
- One Sunday the priest read 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 frighten me, truth for to tell
Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
- 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
Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
- 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 me days drinking whiskey galore
Singing bainne na mbo is an gamhna
And the juice of the barley for me
First line of the chorus is Gaelic meaning 'the milk of the cows and the calf' Pronounced 'bawn-ya na mo is (as in this) an gown-na'