DESCRIPTION:
Song: John Barleycorn
Artist: Damh The Bard
Album: The Hills They Are Hollow

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 ploughed
They sowed
They harrowed
Him in

Threw clods
Upon his head
And these three men
Made a solemn vow

John barleycorn
Was dead

They let him slie
For a very long time
Till the rain from heaven
Did fall

Then little Sir John
Threw up his head
And so amazed
Them all

They let him stand
Till the Midsummer Day
Till he grew
Both pale and warn

Then little Sir John's
Grew a great, long beard
And so become
A man

They hired men
With scythes so sharp
To cut him off
At the knee

They bound him and tied him
Around the waist
Serving him
Most barbarously

They hired men
With their sharp pitch forks
To prick him to
The heart

But the drover served
Him worse than that
For he bound
Him to a cart

They rolled him around
And around the field
Till they came
Upon a barn

And these three men
Made a solemn mow
Of poor
John Barleycorn

They hired men
With crab tree sticks
To strip him
Skin from bone

But the miller
He served him worse than that
For he's ground him
Between two stones

Here's Little sir John
In the nut-brown bowl
And his brandy
In the glass

But Little Sir John
In the nut-brown bowl
Proved the stronger
Man at last

For the hunts man
He can't hunt the fox
Nor loudly
Blow his horn

And the tinker he can't
Mend kettle or pot
Without a little
Barleycorn