Barleycorn Lyrics
passing bythey swore an oath so mighty oh that Barleycorn shoulddieone of them said: drown him and the other sad: hanghim highfor whoever will stick to Barleycorn a-begging he will diethey put poor Barley into a sack an a cold an rainy dayand took him out to cornfields and buried him in the clayfrost and snow began to melt and dew began to fallwhen Barleygrain put up his head and he soon surprisedthem allbeing in the summer season and the harvest coming onit's the time he stands up in the field with a beard likeany manthe reaper then came with his sickle and used mebarberouslyhe cut me in the middle so small and he cut me abovethe kneethe next came was the binder and he looked at me witha frownfor in the middle there was a thistle which pulled hiscourage downthe farmer came with his pitch fork and he pierced me tothe heartlike a thief, a rogue or a highwayman they tied me to thecartthe thresher came with his big flail and soon he brokemy bonescould grieve the heart of any man to hear my sighs andmoansthe next thing that they've done to me they steeped mein the wellthey left me there for a day and night until I began toswelland next thing that they've done to me they dried me ina kilnthey used me ten times worse, than that they groundme in the millthey used me in the kichen, they used me in the halloh they used me in the parlour among the ladies allthe Barleygrain is a comical grain, it makes men sighand moanfor when they drink a glass or two they forget their wivesand homethe drunkard is a dirty man, he used me worst of allhe drank me up in his dirty mouth an he tumbled againstthe wall
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