John Barleycorn Songtext

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There were 3 men
Came out of the west
They came their fortunes for to try
And they had made a solemn oath,
John Barleycorn must die
They ploughed him 3 furrows deep
Laid clods upon his head
And they have made
A solemn oath,
John Barleycorn was dead.

And little Sir John's grown
A long long beard
He so became a man
And little sir John
He laughed at him
Loud and proud he sang:

"Hey, hey, it's a lucky day,
John Barleycorn ist dead."

Well then came a shower of rain
With from the heavy clouds did fall
And little sir John
Sprung up his head,
He so amazed them all
They've wheeled him here,
They've wheeled him there
They've wheeled him into a barn
With a knife
They cut him of his head
And dead was John Barleycorn