There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John barleycorn must die Theyve plowed, theyve sown, theyve harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John barleycorn was dead
Theyve let him lie for a very long time, til the rains from heaven did fall And little sir john sprung up his head and so amazed them all Theyve let him stand til midsummers day til he looked both pale and wan And little sir johns grown a long long beard and so become a man Theyve hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee Theyve rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously Theyve hired men with their sharp pitchforks whove pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For hes bound him to the cart
Theyve wheeled him around and around a field til they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn oath on poor john barleycorn Theyve hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For hes ground him between two stones
And little sir john and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass And little sir john and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last The huntsman he cant hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he cant mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
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