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Lyrics for John Barleycorn by Fairport Convention:
| | | Artist: | Fairport Convention |
| | Album: | Tipplers Tales | | Track: | John Barleycorn | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 264 | | | | Lyrics: | There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a
solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown
clods upon his head
Till these three men were satisfied John Barleycorn was
dead
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There's beer all in the barrel and brandy in the glass
But little
Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last
They've let him lie
for a long long time till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprang up his head
and so amazed them all
They've let him stand till midsummer's day and he looks both pale and
wan
Then little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a
man
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They've hired men with the sharp-edged scythes to
cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him around the waist, treated him most
barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp-edged forks to prick him to the heart
And the
loader has served him worse than that for he's bound him to the cart
So they've wheeled
him around and around the field till they've come unto a barn
And here they've kept their
solemn word concerning Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crabtree sticks to split him skin
from bone
And the miller has served him worse than that for he's ground him between two
stones
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And the huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor
loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots without John Barleycorn | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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