Fill, a rún ó: a mother laments that her son, who trained as a priest, is becoming a Protestant minister. Extensive discussion at https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=14833 The Juice of the Barley - a comical song but with a bit of a sting to it. some verses: Now I never was much for the learning I'm thinking But I soon beat the master entirely at drinking Not a wake nor a wedding for five miles around But myself in the corner was sure to be found Then one Sunday the priest read me out from the altar Saying I'd end up my days with my neck in a halter Then I'd dance a fine jig betwixt heaven and hell And his words they did fright me the truth for to tell So the very next morning as 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 chorus - báinne na mbó is an ghamhna And the cjuice of the barley for me https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=93815#1809674
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