| Lyrics: | JOHN BARLEYCORN
John Barleycorn is a hero bold;,
As any in the land
His fame
has stood for ages good,
And forever shall stand
The whole wide world respects
him,
No matter friend or foe,
And where they be that makes him
Too free he's sure to
lay them low.
Hey! John Barleycorn, Ho John Barleycorn,
Old and young his praise is
sung: John Barleycorn!
To see him in his pride of growth,
His robes are rich and
green,
His head is speared with goodly beard,
Fit neigh to serve a Queen,
And the
harvest time comes round
And John is stricken down,
He'll use his blood for England's
good, and Englishmens' renown.
The lord in courtly castle,
The squire in stately
hall,
The great name, of birth,
And fame on John for succor call,
He bids the
troubled heart rejoice,
Gives warmth to Nature's call,
Makes weak men strong and old
men
And all men brave and bold.
@drink @England
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