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[00:04.52]There were three men came out of the West,
[00:06.94]Their fortunes for to try,
[00:08.88]And these three men made a solemn vow:
[00:11.30]John Barleycorn should die.
[00:13.82]They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in,
[00:16.59]Threw clods upon his head,
[00:19.22]And these three men made a solemn vow:
[00:21.87]John Barleycorn was dead.
[00:27.20]Then they let him lie for a very long time,
[00:29.84]Till the rains from heaven did fall,
[00:32.51]But little Sir John sprung up his head,
[00:35.06]And soon amazed them all.
[00:37.84]Then they let him stand till midsummer comes,
[00:40.50]Till he looked both pale and wan,
[00:42.92]But little Sir John, he grew a long beard,
[00:45.60]And so became a man.
[01:01.62]Then they hired men with a scyth so sharp,
[01:04.22]To cut him off at the knee,
[01:06.90]They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
[01:09.34]Serving him most barbarously.
[01:12.10]They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
[01:14.61]Who pricked him to the heart,
[01:17.28]But the loader he's served him worse than that,
[01:19.96]For he's bound into the cart.
[01:25.25]They've wheeled him around and around in the field,
[01:27.91]Till they came unto a barn,
[01:30.60]And there they made a solemn oath,
[01:33.15]On poor John Barleycorn.
[01:35.92]They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
[01:38.35]To cut him skin from bone,
[01:40.90]But the miller he served him worse than that,
[01:43.55]For he ground him between two stones.
[01:59.35]It's a little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
[02:01.93]And brandy in the glass;
[02:04.64]And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
[02:07.17]Proved the stronger man at last.
[02:09.83]The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
[02:12.57]Nor loudly to blow his horn,
[02:15.20]And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot,
[02:17.58]Without a little of Barleycorn
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