John Barleycorn

(Capo 2. Bund)

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There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try.
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and these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn should die.
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They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, throwed clods upon his head.
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And these three men made a solemn vow. John Barleycorn was dead.


Then they let him lay, for a very long time,
till rains from heaven did fall,
and little Sir John sprung up his head,
and soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer,
till he growed both pale and wan.
And little Sir John growed with a long beard,
and so he became a man.

They hired men with the scythes so sharp,
to cut him off at knee.
And the malter served him worse than that,
he served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp pitch forks,
who pricked him to the heart.
And the loader he served him worse than that,
for he bound him to the cart.

They wheeled him round and round the field,
till they came unto a barn.
And there they made a solemn vow,
of poor John Barleycorn.
They hired men with the crabtree sticks,
to cut him skin from bone.
And the miller he served him worse than that,
for he ground him between two stones.

Here's little Sir John in a nut brown bowl,
and brandy in a glass.
And little Sir John in a nut brown glass,
proved the strongest man at last.
And the huntsman he can't hurt the fox,
nor so loudly blow his horn.
And the tinker he can't mend kettles or pots,
without a little of Barleycorn.

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