John Barleycorn


John Barleycorn


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THERE were three kings from the West,
Their victory to try;
And they have taken a solemn oath,
John Barleycorn should die.
    Fol the dol the didiay,
    Fol the dol the di-di-a-ge wo.

They took a plough and ploughed him in,
Laid clods upon his head;
And they have taken a solemn oath,
John Barleycorn is dead.
    Fol the dol, etc.

So then he lay for a full fortnight,
Till the dew on him did fall:
Then Barleycorn sprung up again,
And that surprised them all.
    Fol the dol, etc.

There he remained till midsummer,
And looked both pale and wan;
Then Barleycornhe got a beard,
And so became a man.
    Fol the dol, etc.

Then they sent men with scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at knee;
And then poor Johnny Barleycorn,
And served him barbarously.
    Fol the dol, etc.

O Barleycorn is the choicest grain
That e'er was sown on land;
It will do more than any grain,
By the turning of your hand.
    Fol the dol the didiay,
    Fol the dol the di-di-a-ge wo.
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