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Best O The Barley Chords

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[Verse 1]
D               G          D
My uncle Jim he served his time
                               A
on the shore o' the Forth as a joiner
    Hm         ( A  D ) G        D      A
and three pounds ten a week was all he earned
        D                         G        D
but the wages were better working Michigan pine
                         A
so he sailed on an ocean liner
   Hm              D             A          D
to build a better life with the trade he'd learned.
        G        D          G      D
And the shore he reached in twenty-three
    G           D          G           D
the home of the brave, the land o' the free
    Hm         ( A  D ) G        D         A
was dry as the devil's tongue on Judgement Day
       G      D         G       D
but to find a dram in a foreign land
         G       D         G       D
it's the natural gift of a Falkirk man
    Hm  ( A   D ) G         D     A
and Lady Liberty looked the other way
   Hm             D        A     D
or so I've always heard my uncle say:


[Chorus]
             D  ( A )     D            A      D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G                          D                A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
                                D
So would you please charge your glasses
              F#m   G
with the real pure drop,
                 A           Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.


[Verse 2]
A D                  G            D
  My Uncle Jim was a child of his time
                                     A
and the tricks of the time they were dirty,
        Hm     ( D ) G               D    A
and the dirtiest of all was the one they played
     D                         G          D
on a workingman's dollar and a poor man's dime
                         A
between twenty-nine and thirty,
         Hm                    D           A        D
for they killed all the steady jobs in the building trade.
        G    D        G         D
And the only way that Jim could see
       G        D             G      D
was to play the game with Lady Liberty
       Hm   ( A  D ) G        D       A
though no one ever   told him all the rules,
         G       D           G        D
and when fainter hearts were homeward bound
G        D        G          D
Jim sold Michigan ice by the pound
       Hm     ( A    D )    G    D        A
with a leather sling and an iron hook for tools
        Hm               D      A          D
just to show the Yankees how to keep their cool.


[Chorus]
             D  ( A )    D            A      D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G                          D                A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
                                D
So would you please charge your glasses
              F#m   G
with the real pure drop,
                 A           Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.


[Verse 3]
A D                      G         D
  My Uncle Jim, he could keep good time
                                  A
when the band played an eightsome reel,
    Hm     ( D )    G        D     A
and loved to waltz away the summer nights,
        D                           G      D
and the spring in his step kept him in his prime,
                               A
through the turns of fortune's wheel
         Hm                    D    A       D
as it spun him through the darkness and the light.
        G      D          G     D
And to dance a jig called history,
G            D           G     D
Jim took the hand of the century,
       Hm   ( A  D ) G       D        A
and he never let her steal a backward glance.
         G     D              G         D
From the D-Day beaches to the cold lake shore,
   G           D         G         D
he whirled her round and round the floor
   Hm     ( A   D ) G        D         A
to show her how a   Scotsman takes his chance,
        Hm            D       A      D
and he never missed a measure o' the dance.


[Chorus]
             D  ( A )    D            A      D
For he's the best o' the barley cream o' the crop.
G                          D                A
Easy on the water and I'll tell you when to stop.
                                D
So would you please charge your glasses
              F#m   G
with the real pure drop,
                 A           Hm
and drink to the best o' the barley.
         G             A           Hm
Here's a health to the best o' the barley
   G                A           D
To Scotland and the best o' the barley.
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