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John Barleycorn lyrics
There were three menCame from the westTheir fortunes for to tell,And the life of John BarleycornAs wellThey laid him three furrows deep,Laid clods upon his head,The these three men made a solemn vowJohn Barleycorn was dead.They let him die for a very long timeTill the rain from heaven did fall,Then little Sir John sprang up his headAnd he did amaze them all.They let him stand till the midsummer day,Till he looked both pale and wan.Then little Sir John he grew a long beardAnd so became a man.They have hired men with the scythes so sharpTo cut him off at the knee,They rolled and they tied him around the waist,The served him barbarously.They have 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.They've wheeled him here, they've wheeled him there,They've wheeled him to a barn,And they have served him worse than that,They've bunged him in a vat.They have worked their will on John BarleycornBut he lived to tell the tale,For they pour him out of an old brown jugAnd they call him home brewed ale.
Part of these releases
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- Track 8 on Below the Salt
- 7 Gaudete
- 9 Saucy Sailor
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- Track 2 on Present: The Very Best of Steeleye Span Disc 2
- 1 When I Was on Horseback
- 3 Long Lankin
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