Chords for The Dubliners - The Juice Of The Barley (Live)
Tempo:
72 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Ab
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab] Oddly enough, this next song concerns,
I'll shut up the hum on the microphone,
a poor unfortunate man,
who was handled by his wife on one side,
his mistress on the other side,
a local Catholic priest,
the Protestant minister,
his road manager, the fiddle player,
everyone trying to get him to give up [G] drinking,
too much maltese.
This man did not fall by the wayside,
this man never took a pledge [C] against death.
In the sleep, thought he drank.
When there's night,
[D] there were bonfires ablaze,
[G] and lights were strong,
[C] and she would join,
as she danced round the blow,
with [G] the song of [C] Santa Maria.
Santa Maria, Santa Maria,
That section there, that's [G] what we call in Ireland,
we call it a [C] chorus.
And if you wish to join [Ab] in, please,
or try and do it together,
it sounds much better that [E] way.
Now I will explain the chorus.
First section is in Gaelic.
[Ab] Báinne mamó dosne maith.
[G] Báinne,
you hear it again,
Báinne is milk,
[Ab] bo is a cow,
and go is a calf.
So that the calves have the milk from the cows,
the juice of the barley from me.
Anyone who doesn't know what the juice of the barley [G] is
should not come to the [C] popular responses.
Báinne mamó dosne maith.
Now when I am too bad,
both the way and the soul,
it be tough for me to convert [G] the stool
that you call,
[C] to a dirty old shed,
without any door,
for I lay in the stool half-night.
[G] [C] Now I will bring back to a fairer night,
a teeny tiny thinking,
and I will have a [G] full wagon made,
the stool half-night.
If not [C] a table,
for I am lying around,
but the sun from the moon,
I will lay [G] the book,
the house, [C] and the clock,
the house, the house,
and the clock.
Then I get this way, I say,
and society may tempt,
but [D] the answer she gave me,
I [G] will never forget.
[C] Our street was her in the moon,
central to the river,
she was the land,
the land,
and I ran like a hound,
[A] over the ditches,
[G] [C] here I am,
and come this way again,
for I drowned out in [G] grief the fair day.
She was [C] the land,
the land next to me,
and I ran to the altar,
[D] and he said to me,
by the feet [G] of her,
if [C] you don't mind,
I will tell,
that you soon pass the teeth,
[G] on the hot stone,
[C] and by the lips of the grave,
explain my way,
and if you may,
I took [F] a trip to these [G] reverends,
that they drew,
[C] or stifled,
and I found,
round the grave,
on fire,
they [G] had come,
to say [C] that I was,
[G] [C] and went from that day,
to say,
that I was no more,
I am a jack [D]-of-all-trades,
a [G] master of [C]
every war,
and I am dominated,
[G] by the speech of those in power,
and I [G] was,
[C]
I'll shut up the hum on the microphone,
a poor unfortunate man,
who was handled by his wife on one side,
his mistress on the other side,
a local Catholic priest,
the Protestant minister,
his road manager, the fiddle player,
everyone trying to get him to give up [G] drinking,
too much maltese.
This man did not fall by the wayside,
this man never took a pledge [C] against death.
In the sleep, thought he drank.
When there's night,
[D] there were bonfires ablaze,
[G] and lights were strong,
[C] and she would join,
as she danced round the blow,
with [G] the song of [C] Santa Maria.
Santa Maria, Santa Maria,
That section there, that's [G] what we call in Ireland,
we call it a [C] chorus.
And if you wish to join [Ab] in, please,
or try and do it together,
it sounds much better that [E] way.
Now I will explain the chorus.
First section is in Gaelic.
[Ab] Báinne mamó dosne maith.
[G] Báinne,
you hear it again,
Báinne is milk,
[Ab] bo is a cow,
and go is a calf.
So that the calves have the milk from the cows,
the juice of the barley from me.
Anyone who doesn't know what the juice of the barley [G] is
should not come to the [C] popular responses.
Báinne mamó dosne maith.
Now when I am too bad,
both the way and the soul,
it be tough for me to convert [G] the stool
that you call,
[C] to a dirty old shed,
without any door,
for I lay in the stool half-night.
[G] [C] Now I will bring back to a fairer night,
a teeny tiny thinking,
and I will have a [G] full wagon made,
the stool half-night.
If not [C] a table,
for I am lying around,
but the sun from the moon,
I will lay [G] the book,
the house, [C] and the clock,
the house, the house,
and the clock.
Then I get this way, I say,
and society may tempt,
but [D] the answer she gave me,
I [G] will never forget.
[C] Our street was her in the moon,
central to the river,
she was the land,
the land,
and I ran like a hound,
[A] over the ditches,
[G] [C] here I am,
and come this way again,
for I drowned out in [G] grief the fair day.
She was [C] the land,
the land next to me,
and I ran to the altar,
[D] and he said to me,
by the feet [G] of her,
if [C] you don't mind,
I will tell,
that you soon pass the teeth,
[G] on the hot stone,
[C] and by the lips of the grave,
explain my way,
and if you may,
I took [F] a trip to these [G] reverends,
that they drew,
[C] or stifled,
and I found,
round the grave,
on fire,
they [G] had come,
to say [C] that I was,
[G] [C] and went from that day,
to say,
that I was no more,
I am a jack [D]-of-all-trades,
a [G] master of [C]
every war,
and I am dominated,
[G] by the speech of those in power,
and I [G] was,
[C]
Key:
G
C
Ab
D
E
G
C
Ab
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ Oddly enough, this next song concerns,
_ I'll shut up the hum on the microphone,
a poor unfortunate man,
who was handled by his wife on one side,
his mistress on the other side,
a local Catholic priest,
the Protestant minister,
his road manager, the fiddle player,
everyone trying to get him to give up [G] drinking,
too much maltese.
This man did not fall by the wayside,
this man never took a pledge [C] against death.
_ _ In the sleep, thought he drank.
When there's night,
[D] there were bonfires ablaze,
[G] and lights were strong,
_ [C] _ _ and she would join,
as she danced round the blow,
with [G] the song of [C] Santa Maria.
Santa Maria, Santa Maria,
_ That section there, that's [G] what we call in Ireland,
we call it a [C] chorus.
And if you wish to join [Ab] in, please, _ _
or try and do it together,
it sounds much better that [E] way.
Now I will explain the chorus.
First section is in Gaelic.
[Ab] Báinne mamó dosne maith.
_ [G] Báinne,
you hear it again,
Báinne is milk,
[Ab] bo is a cow,
and go is a calf.
So that the calves have the milk from the cows,
the juice of the barley from me.
Anyone who doesn't know what the juice of the barley [G] is
should not come to the [C] popular responses.
Báinne mamó dosne _ _ maith.
Now when I am too bad,
both the way and the soul,
it be tough for me to convert [G] the stool
that you call,
[C] to a dirty old shed,
without any door,
for I lay in the stool half-night.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ Now I will _ _ _ bring back to a fairer night,
a teeny tiny thinking,
and I will have a [G] full wagon made,
the stool half-night.
If not [C] a table,
for I am lying around,
but the sun from the moon,
I will lay [G] the book,
the house, [C] and the clock,
the house, the house,
and the clock.
_ Then I get this way, I say,
and society may tempt,
but [D] the answer she gave me,
I [G] will never forget.
[C] Our street was her in the moon,
central to the river,
she was the land, _
_ _ the land,
and I ran like a hound,
[A] over the ditches,
_ [G] _ [C] here I am,
and come this way again,
for I drowned out in [G] grief the fair day.
She was [C] the land,
_ _ _ _ _ the land next to me,
and I ran to the altar,
[D] and he said to me,
by the feet [G] of her,
if [C] you don't mind,
I will tell,
that you soon pass the teeth,
[G] on the hot stone,
[C] and by the _ _ _ _ _ lips of the grave,
explain my way,
and if you may,
I took [F] a trip to these [G] reverends,
that they drew, _
[C] or stifled,
and I found,
_ _ round the grave,
on fire,
they [G] had come,
to say [C] that I was, _ _ _ _
[G] _ [C] and went from that day,
to say,
that I was no more,
I am a jack [D]-of-all-trades,
a [G] master of _ [C] _ _
every war,
and I am dominated,
[G] by the speech of those in power,
and I [G] was,
_ [C] _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ Oddly enough, this next song concerns,
_ I'll shut up the hum on the microphone,
a poor unfortunate man,
who was handled by his wife on one side,
his mistress on the other side,
a local Catholic priest,
the Protestant minister,
his road manager, the fiddle player,
everyone trying to get him to give up [G] drinking,
too much maltese.
This man did not fall by the wayside,
this man never took a pledge [C] against death.
_ _ In the sleep, thought he drank.
When there's night,
[D] there were bonfires ablaze,
[G] and lights were strong,
_ [C] _ _ and she would join,
as she danced round the blow,
with [G] the song of [C] Santa Maria.
Santa Maria, Santa Maria,
_ That section there, that's [G] what we call in Ireland,
we call it a [C] chorus.
And if you wish to join [Ab] in, please, _ _
or try and do it together,
it sounds much better that [E] way.
Now I will explain the chorus.
First section is in Gaelic.
[Ab] Báinne mamó dosne maith.
_ [G] Báinne,
you hear it again,
Báinne is milk,
[Ab] bo is a cow,
and go is a calf.
So that the calves have the milk from the cows,
the juice of the barley from me.
Anyone who doesn't know what the juice of the barley [G] is
should not come to the [C] popular responses.
Báinne mamó dosne _ _ maith.
Now when I am too bad,
both the way and the soul,
it be tough for me to convert [G] the stool
that you call,
[C] to a dirty old shed,
without any door,
for I lay in the stool half-night.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ Now I will _ _ _ bring back to a fairer night,
a teeny tiny thinking,
and I will have a [G] full wagon made,
the stool half-night.
If not [C] a table,
for I am lying around,
but the sun from the moon,
I will lay [G] the book,
the house, [C] and the clock,
the house, the house,
and the clock.
_ Then I get this way, I say,
and society may tempt,
but [D] the answer she gave me,
I [G] will never forget.
[C] Our street was her in the moon,
central to the river,
she was the land, _
_ _ the land,
and I ran like a hound,
[A] over the ditches,
_ [G] _ [C] here I am,
and come this way again,
for I drowned out in [G] grief the fair day.
She was [C] the land,
_ _ _ _ _ the land next to me,
and I ran to the altar,
[D] and he said to me,
by the feet [G] of her,
if [C] you don't mind,
I will tell,
that you soon pass the teeth,
[G] on the hot stone,
[C] and by the _ _ _ _ _ lips of the grave,
explain my way,
and if you may,
I took [F] a trip to these [G] reverends,
that they drew, _
[C] or stifled,
and I found,
_ _ round the grave,
on fire,
they [G] had come,
to say [C] that I was, _ _ _ _
[G] _ [C] and went from that day,
to say,
that I was no more,
I am a jack [D]-of-all-trades,
a [G] master of _ [C] _ _
every war,
and I am dominated,
[G] by the speech of those in power,
and I [G] was,
_ [C] _ _ _