John Barleycorn Lyrics

John Barleycorn 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
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