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There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die

They´ve ploughed, they´ve sewn, they´ve harrowed him in
Threw clouds upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They´ve let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all

They´ve let him stand till midsummer´s day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John´s grown a long, long beard
And so become a man

They´ve hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee

They´ve rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously

They´ve hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he´s bound him to the cart

They´ve wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

They´ve hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he´s ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he´s brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman, he can´t hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can´t mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn