John Barleycorn chords by The Watersons

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Verse 1
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There were three men
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come out of the west
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Their fortunes for to try
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And these three men made a solemn vow
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John Barleycorn should die
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They've ploughed, they've sown
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They've harrowed him in
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Throwed clods upon his head
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And these three men made
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a solemn vow
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John Barleycorn was dead
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They've let him

Verse 2
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lie for a very long time
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Till the rain from heaven did fall
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Then little Sir John sprung up his head
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And soon amazed them all
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They'd let him   stand
till Midsummer Day
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Till he looked both  pale and wan
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And little Sir John's grown a long,
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long beard
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And so become a man
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They've hired

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Verse 3
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men   with their
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scythes so sharp
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To cut him off at the knee
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They've rolled him and tied
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him by the waist
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Serving him most barbarously
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They've hired men
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with the sharp pitchforks
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Who pricked him till  the heart
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And   the loader,
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he served him   worse than that
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For he's bound him to the cart
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They wheeled him round and
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around the field
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Till they came unto the barn
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And there they made a solemn mow
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Of poor John Barleycorn
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They've hired men
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with the crabtree sticks
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To cut him skin from bone
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And the miller he has served
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him worse than that
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For he's ground him between
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Here's little Sir

Verse 4
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John in the
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nut- brown bowl
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And here's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John in the nut-
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brown bowl
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Has proved the strongest man at last
For the huntsman he
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can't hunt the fox
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Nor so loudly to blow his horn
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And the tinker he can't
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mend kettles nor pots
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Without a little Barleycorn