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T:John Barleycorn
B:Pengiun Book of English Folk Songs
S:'Shepherd' Haden
Z:Cecil Sharp
M:4/4
L:1/8
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
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w:There_ was three_ men came out of the west, Their_
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w:for-tunes for to try, And_ these three_ men made a sol-emn vow, John_
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w:Bar-ley_corn should die. They_ ploughed, they sowed,_ they_
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w:har-rowed him in, Throwed_ clods up-on his head, And_
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w:these three_ men made a sol-emn vow, John_ Bar-ley_corn was dead.
W:There was three men came out of the west,
W:Their fortunes for to try,
W:And these three men made a solemn vow,
W:John Barleycorn should die.
W:They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
W:Throwed clods upon his head,
W:And these three men made a solenm vow,
W:John Barleycorn was dead.
W:
W:Then they let him lie for a very long time
W:Till the rain from heaven did fall,
W:Then little Sir John sprung up his head,
W:And soon amazed them all.
W:They let him stand till midsummer
W:Till he looked both pale and wan,
W:And little Sir John he growed a long beard
W:And so became a man.
W:
W:They hired men with the scythes so sharp
W:To cut him off at the knee,
W:They rolled him and tied him by the waist,
W:And served him most barbarously.
W:They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
W:Who pricked him to the heart,
W:And the loader he served him worse than that,
W:For he bound him to the cart.
W:
W:They wheeled him round and round the field
W:Till they came unto a barn,
W:And there they made a solemn mow
W:Of poor John Barleycorn.
W:They hired men with the crab-tree sticks
W:To cut him skin from bone,
W:And the miller he served him worse than that,
W:For he ground him between two stones.
W:
W:Here's little Sir John in a nut-brown bowl,
W:And brandy in a glass;
W:And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
W:Proved the stronger man at last.
W:And the huntsman he can't hunt the fox,
W:Nor so loudly blow his horn,
W:And the tinker he can't mend kettles or pots
W:Without a little of Barleycorn.