There were three men come out of the west
Their fortunes for to try
And they have made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die (2x)
Fa la la la, it's a lovely day
Fa la la la lay o
Fa la la la, it's a lovely day
Sing fa la la la lay
They plowed him in three furrows deep
Laid clods all on his head
And they have made a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead
Well then there came a shower of rain
Which from the clouds did fall
John Barleycorn sprang up again
And so amazed them all
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Well then came men with great sharp scythes
To cut him off at the knee
They bashed his head against a stone
And they used him barbarously
Well then came men with great long flails
To cut him skin from bone
The miller has used him worse than that
He ground him between two stones
They wheeled him here, they wheeled him there
Wheeled him into the barn
And they have used him worse than that
They bunged him in a vat
They worked their will upon John Barleycorn
But he lives to tell the tale
We pour him into an old brown jug
And we call him home-brewed ale
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