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There were three men came out of the West |
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Their fortunes for to try |
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And these three men made a solemn vow: |
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John Barleycorn must die |
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They've ploughed they've sewn |
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They've harrowed him in |
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Threw clods at Barleys head |
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And these three men made a solemn vow |
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John Barleycorn was dead |
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They've let him lie for a very long time |
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Till the rains from heaven did fall |
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And little Sir John sprung up his head |
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And so amazed them all |
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They've let him stand till midsummers day |
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Till he looked both pale and worn |
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And little Sir Johns grown a long long beard |
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And so become a man |
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They've hired men with the scythes so sharp |
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To cut him off at the knee |
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They've rolled him and tied him by the waist |
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Serving him most barbarously |
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They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks |
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Who pricked him to the heart |
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And the loader he has served him worse than that |
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For hes bound him to the cart |
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They've wheeled him around and around the field |
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Till they came unto a barn |
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And there they made a solemn oath |
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On poor John Barleycorn |
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They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks |
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To cut him skin from bone |
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And the miller he has served him worse than that |
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For his ground him between two stones |
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And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl |
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And his brandy in the glass |
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And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl |
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Proved the strongest man at last |
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The huntsman he cant hunt the fox |
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Nor so loudly to blow his horn |
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And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pots |
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Without a little Barleycorn |
