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letra de john barleycorn - a. l. lloyd

there was three men come out of the west
their fortunes for to try
and these three men made a solemn vow:
john barleycorn should die
they ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in
throwed clods upon his head
and these three men made a solemn vow:
john barleycorn was dead

they let him lie for a very long time
till the rain from heaven did fall
and little sir john sprung up his head
and that amazed them all
they let him stand till midsummer
and he growed both pale and wan
then little sir john, he growed a long beard
and so become a man

they hired men with the scythes so sharp
to cut him off at the knee
and poor little johnny barleycorn
they served most barbarously
they hired men with the sharp pitchforks
to pierce him to the heart
and the loader, he served him worse than that
for he bound him to the cart
they wheeled him all around the field
a prisoner to endure
and in the barn poor barleycorn
they laid him upon the floor
they hired men with the crab tree sticks
to cut him skin from bone
and the miller, he served him worse than that
for he ground him between two stones

i’ll make a boy into a man
a man into an ass
i’ll change your gold to silver, lass
and your silver into brass
i’ll make the huntsman hunt the fox
with never a hound or h-rn
i’ll bring the tinker into gaol
says old john barleycorn

oh barley wine is the choicest drink
that was ever drunk on land
it will make a man do miracles
by the turning of his hand
you can tip your brandy in a glass
your whiskey in a can
but barley corn and his nut-brown ale
will prove the stronger man

- a l lloyd

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