John Barleycorn
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๐ Lyrics
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
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all
They've let him stand till midsummer's day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all
They've let him stand till midsummer's day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.45] There were three men came out of the West
[00:18.91] Their fortunes for to try
[00:25.28] And these three men made a solemn vow
[00:32.06] John Barleycorn must die
[00:38.28] They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
[00:44.04] Threw clods upon his head
[00:53.38] And these three men made a solemn vow
[01:00.22] John Barleycorn was dead
[01:04.74]
[01:30.25] They've let him lie for a very long time
[01:37.36] Till the rains from heaven did fall
[01:43.31] And little Sir John sprung up his head
[01:50.85] And so amazed them all
[01:56.95] They've let him stand till midsummer's day
[02:02.93] Till he looked both pale and wan
[02:11.88] And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
[02:19.14] And so become a man
[02:23.06]
[02:48.39] They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
[02:55.72] To cut him off at the knee
[03:01.64] They've rolled him and tied him by the way
[03:08.48] Serving him most barbarously
[03:14.65] They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
[03:20.43] Who pricked him to the heart
[03:29.13] And the loader he has served him worse than that
[03:36.09] For he's bound him to the cart
[03:40.23]
[04:04.85] They've wheeled him around and around the field
[04:11.55] Till they came unto a barn
[04:17.27] And there they made a solemn oath
[04:24.22] On poor John Barleycorn
[04:30.21] They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
[04:36.21] To cut him skin from bone
[04:44.84] And the miller he has served him worse than that
[04:51.66] For he's ground him between two stones
[04:55.96]
[05:20.22] And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
[05:26.82] And he's brandy in the glass
[05:32.83] And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
[05:39.61] Proved the strongest man at last
[05:45.57] The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
[05:50.92] Nor so loudly to blow his horn
[05:59.93] And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
[06:06.93] Without a little Barleycorn
[06:21.08]
[00:18.91] Their fortunes for to try
[00:25.28] And these three men made a solemn vow
[00:32.06] John Barleycorn must die
[00:38.28] They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
[00:44.04] Threw clods upon his head
[00:53.38] And these three men made a solemn vow
[01:00.22] John Barleycorn was dead
[01:04.74]
[01:30.25] They've let him lie for a very long time
[01:37.36] Till the rains from heaven did fall
[01:43.31] And little Sir John sprung up his head
[01:50.85] And so amazed them all
[01:56.95] They've let him stand till midsummer's day
[02:02.93] Till he looked both pale and wan
[02:11.88] And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
[02:19.14] And so become a man
[02:23.06]
[02:48.39] They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
[02:55.72] To cut him off at the knee
[03:01.64] They've rolled him and tied him by the way
[03:08.48] Serving him most barbarously
[03:14.65] They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
[03:20.43] Who pricked him to the heart
[03:29.13] And the loader he has served him worse than that
[03:36.09] For he's bound him to the cart
[03:40.23]
[04:04.85] They've wheeled him around and around the field
[04:11.55] Till they came unto a barn
[04:17.27] And there they made a solemn oath
[04:24.22] On poor John Barleycorn
[04:30.21] They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
[04:36.21] To cut him skin from bone
[04:44.84] And the miller he has served him worse than that
[04:51.66] For he's ground him between two stones
[04:55.96]
[05:20.22] And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
[05:26.82] And he's brandy in the glass
[05:32.83] And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
[05:39.61] Proved the strongest man at last
[05:45.57] The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
[05:50.92] Nor so loudly to blow his horn
[05:59.93] And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
[06:06.93] Without a little Barleycorn
[06:21.08]