i lifted up my puny fists in front of my face like a prizefighter on this one , got a laugh , and went to the chorus again , and then motioned for silence so i could sing the last verse at a much slower , more dreamy tempo , and when all are quiet and waiting , i slip myself into padraic 's lap and put my arms around his neck and sing , all whispery and low ... `` some take delight in the fishing and the bowling , others take delight in the carriages a-rolling , but i take delight in the juice of the barley , and courting pretty boys in the morning so early ! ''