John Barleycorn

There Were 3 Men Came Out Of The West Their Fortunes For To Try And These 3 Men Made A Solemn Vow: "John Barleycorn Should Die" Oh They Ploughed They Sowed They Harrowed Him In Thrown Clods Upon His Head And These 3 Men Made A Solemn Vow: "John Barleycorn Was Dead" They Let Him Lie For A Very Long Time The Rain From Heaven Did Fall And Little Sir John Oh He Raised Up His Head Soon He Amazed Them All! Oh They Let Him Lie Till Long Midsummer 'Till He Looked Both Pale And Wan Then Little Sir John Growed A Long Long Beard So He Became A Man We'll Behead Him With The Scythes So Sharp They Cut Him Down At The Knee! They Rolled And They Tied Him Around By The Waist They Served Him Barbarously! They Hired Men With Sharp Pitchforks Who Pierced Him To The Heart! But The Loader Served Him Worse Than That They Bound Him To A Cart! They Rode Him Around And Around The Field They Came Into A Barn And Here They Made A Solemn Oath Of Little John Barleycorn They Hired Men With The Crabtree Sticks They Cut Him Skin To Bone! But The Miller Served Him Worse Then That They Ground Him Between 2 Stones! There's Little Sir John In The Nut Brown Bowl And Brandy In The Glass And Little Sir John In The Nut Brown Bowl The Stronger Man At Last! For The Huntsman He Can't Hunt The Fox Nor Loudly Blow His Horn And The Tinker He Cannot Mend His Pots Without John Barleycorn Without John Barleycorn