John Barleycorn-Martin Carthy/Dave Swarbrick/Dave Swarbrick
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TXT John Barleycorn-Martin Carthy/Dave Swarbrick/Dave Swarbrick 文本歌词
John Barleycorn - Martin Carthy/Dave Swarbrick/Dave Swarbrick
Oh there were 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
Then these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead
They let him lie for a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall
Then little Sir John he raised up his head
And he soon amazed them all
They let him lie till the long midsummer
Till he looked both pale and wan
Then little Sir John growed a long
Long beard
And so became a man
They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off down by the knee
They rolled him and tied him
Around by the waist
Served him most barbarously
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pierced him to the heart
But the loader he served him
Far worse than that
For he bound him to the cart
They rode him around and around the field
Till they came into a barn
And there they made a solemn mow
Of poor John Barleycorn
They hired men with the crab-tree sticks
Who cut him skin from bone
But the miller he served him
Far worse than that
For he ground him between two stones
Here's little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
And brandy in a glass
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the stronger man at last
For the hunter he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly blow his horn
And the tinker
He can't mend his kettles or his pots
Without a little bit of John Barleycorn
