Lyrics:

There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to tryAnd these three men made a solemn vowJohn Barleyc
orn must dieThey've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him inThrew clods upon his headAnd these three men made a solemn
vowJohn Barleycorn was deadThey've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fallAnd little Sir John
sprung up his head and so amazed them allThey've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wanAnd litt
le Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a manThey've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the k
neeThey've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarouslyThey've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who'
ve pricked him to the heartAnd the loader he has served him worse than thatFor he's bound him to the cartThey've wheeled hi
m around and around a field 'til they came onto a pondAnd there they made a solemn oath on poor John BarleycornThey've hired
men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from boneAnd the miller he has served him worse than thatFor he's ground him b
etween two stonesAnd little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glassAnd little Sir John and the nut brown
bowl proved the strongest man at lastThe huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his hornAnd the tinker he can'
t mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn