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Traditional
- There were three men come from the west Thejr fortune for to try.
And these three men made a solomn vow,
John Barleycorn should die
John Barleycorn should die
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
- They laid him in three furrows deep, Laid clods upon his head.
Then these three men made a solomn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
John Barleycorn was dead
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
- They let him lie for a very long time, Till the rain from heaven did fall
Then little Sir John sprang up his head,
And he did amaze them all
And he did amaze them all
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
- They let him stand till the midsummer day, Till he looked both pale and wan.
Then little Sir John he grew a long beard,
And so became a man
And so became a man
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
- They have hired men with scythe so sharp, To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled and tied him around the waist
They served him barbously
They served him barbously
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
- They have hired men with 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,
For he's ground him between two stones,
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
- They have wheeled him here, they have wheeled him there, they have wheeled him to a barn,
And they have served him worse than that,
They have bunged him in a vat
They have bunged him in a vat
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
- They have worked their will on John Barleycorn, But he lived to tell the tale,
For they pour him out of an old brown jug
And they called him home brewed ale
And they called him home brewed ale
Fol-lol-lol~it's a lovely day,
Fol-lol-1ol-lol-lol~layo,
Fol-lol-la, Fol-lol-la, it's a lovely day,
Sing fol-lol-lol~layo.
From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah