John Barleycorn lyrics

Artist  : Traffic 
Song : John Barleycorn



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 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 plowed, 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, 'til the rains
from heaven did fall

And little Sir John
sprung up his head and so amazed them
all

They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's
Day 'til 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 their
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 their sharp pitchforks who've
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 a field 'til they came onto
a pond

And there they made a solemn oath on
poor John Barleycorn

They've hired men with
their crabtree 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 his 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 or
pots without a little barleycorn