John Barleycorn
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[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBv6soG1tp4 Martin Carthy's youtube version] | [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBv6soG1tp4 Martin Carthy's youtube version] | ||
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There was three men came out of the west, | There was three men came out of the west, | ||
Their fortunes for to try, | Their fortunes for to try, | ||
And these three men made a solemn vow, | And these three men made a solemn vow, | ||
John Barleycorn should die. | John Barleycorn should die. | ||
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, | They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, | ||
Throwed clods upon his head, | Throwed clods upon his head, | ||
And these three man made a solemn vow, | And these three man made a solemn vow, | ||
John Barleycorn was dead. | John Barleycorn was dead. | ||
Then they let him lie for a very long time | Then they let him lie for a very long time | ||
Till the rain from heaven did fall, | Till the rain from heaven did fall, | ||
Then little Lord John sprung up his head, | |||
Then little | |||
And soon amazed them all. | And soon amazed them all. | ||
They let him stand till midsummer | They let him stand till midsummer | ||
Till he looked both pale and wan, | Till he looked both pale and wan, | ||
And little Lord John he growed a long, long beard | |||
And little | |||
And so became a man. | And so became a man. | ||
They hired men with the scythes so sharp | They hired men with the scythes so sharp | ||
To cut him off at the knee, | To cut him off at the knee, | ||
They rolled him and tied him by the waist, | They rolled him and tied him by the waist, | ||
And served him most barbarously. | And served him most barbarously. | ||
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks | They hired men with the sharp pitchforks | ||
Who pricked him to the heart, | Who pricked him to the heart, | ||
And the loader he served him worse than that, | And the loader he served him worse than that, | ||
For he bound him to the cart. | For he bound him to the cart. | ||
They wheeled him round and round the field | They wheeled him round and round the field | ||
Till they came unto a barn, | Till they came unto a barn, | ||
And there they made a solemn mow of poor John Barleycorn. | And there they made a solemn mow of poor John Barleycorn. | ||
They hired men with the crab-tree sticks | They hired men with the crab-tree sticks | ||
To cut him skin from bone, | To cut him skin from bone, | ||
And the miller he served him worse than that, | And the miller he served him worse than that, | ||
For he ground him between two stones. | For he ground him between two stones. | ||
Here’s little Lord John in a nut-brown bowl, | |||
Here’s little | |||
And brandy in a glass; | And brandy in a glass; | ||
And little Lord John in the nut-brown bowl | |||
And little | |||
Proved the stronger man at last. | Proved the stronger man at last. | ||
And the huntsman he can’t hunt the fox, | And the huntsman he can’t hunt the fox, | ||
Nor so loudly blow his horn, | Nor so loudly blow his horn, | ||
And the tinker he can’t mend kettles nor pots | And the tinker he can’t mend kettles nor pots | ||
Without a little of Barleycorn. | Without a little of Barleycorn. | ||
</song> | |||
[[Category:Marches Music]] | [[Category:Marches Music]] | ||
[[Category:Marches]] | [[Category:The Marches]] | ||
[[Category:Music]] | [[Category:Music]] | ||
Latest revision as of 11:58, 26 June 2019
Martin Carthy's youtube version
There was three men came out of the west, Their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn should die. They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, Throwed clods upon his head, And these three man made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn was dead.
Then they let him lie for a very long time Till the rain from heaven did fall, Then little Lord John sprung up his head, And soon amazed them all. They let him stand till midsummer Till he looked both pale and wan, And little Lord John he growed a long, long beard And so became a man.
They hired men with the scythes so sharp To cut him off at the knee, They rolled him and tied him by the waist, And served him most barbarously. They hired men with the sharp pitchforks Who pricked him to the heart, And the loader he served him worse than that, For he bound him to the cart.
They wheeled him round and round the field Till they came unto a barn, And there they made a solemn mow of poor John Barleycorn. They hired men with the crab-tree sticks To cut him skin from bone, And the miller he served him worse than that, For he ground him between two stones.
Here’s little Lord John in a nut-brown bowl, And brandy in a glass; And little Lord John in the nut-brown bowl Proved the stronger man at last. And the huntsman he can’t hunt the fox, Nor so loudly blow his horn, And the tinker he can’t mend kettles nor pots Without a little of Barleycorn.