Barleycorn

Well there came three men from out of Kent
For to plough for wheat and rye
And they made a vow and a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die

So they ploughed him deep in the furrow
And they sowed rye over his head
And these three men home rejoicing went
John Barleycorn was dead

For the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft
And it rained in a day or so
And Barleycorn felt the wind and rain
And he soon began to grow

And the rye began to grow as well
And the rye grew quickly tall
But Barleycorn grew short and stout
And he so amazed them all

So they hired men with sickles
To cut him off at the knee
And worse than that, John Barleycorn
They served him barbarously

For they hired men with pitchforks
To toss him onto a load
And when they tossed John Barleycorn
They tied him down with cords

And they hired men with threshers
To beat him high and low
They came twixt and back on poor Jack's back
'Til the flesh began to flow

So they put him into the kiln, boys
Thinking to dry his bones
And when he came out, John Barleycorn
Was crushed between two stones

And they put him into the mashing tun
Thinking to burn his tail
And when he came out, John Barleycorn
They called him home-brewed ale

But you wine into glasses, cider into pewter cans
Put Barleycorn in the old ram's rump
For he's brewed with the strongest man
But you wine into glasses, cider into pewter cans
Put Barleycorn in the old ram's rump
For he's brewed with the strongest man

But you wine into glasses, cider into pewter cans
Put Barleycorn in the old ram's rump
For he's brewed with the strongest man
But you wine into glasses, cider into pewter cans
Put Barleycorn in the old ram's rump
For he's brewed with the strongest man

But you wine into glasses, cider into pewter cans
Put Barleycorn in the old ram's rump
For he's brewed with the strongest man