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Anybody remember this one ?
ifihadahif Posted: Tue Jun 15 07:07:10 2004 Post | Quote in Reply  
  John Barleycorn Must Die


There were three men came out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try.
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.

They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head.
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead.

They've let him lie for a very long time,
Till the rains from heav'n did fall.
And little Sir John sprung up his head,
And so amazed them all.

They've let him stand 'till midsummer's day,
Till he looked both pale and wan.
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard,
And so become a man.

They've hired men with scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee.
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
Serving him most barb'rously.

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him to the heart.
And the loader, he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart.

They've wheeled him 'round and around the field,
'Till they came unto a barn,
And there they've made a solemn oath,
On poor John Barleycorn.

They've hired men with the crabtree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the Miller, he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.

And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
And the brandy in the glass.
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
Proved the strongest man at last.

The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly blow his horn,
And the Tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pot,
Without a little Barleycorn.




 
Kira Posted: Thu Aug 4 02:13:13 2005 Post | Quote in Reply  
  No.

But I like it. Yay ballads.


 
addi Posted: Thu Aug 4 07:34:08 2005 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Sat in TRAFFIC for over an hour this morning because some poor trucker decided today was a good day to die when he hit the cement median on hwy 285 and blew his cab into shreds...sigh

I'd like to say I'm too young to remember that classic...but I can't.


If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar as this? donít worry too much
Itíll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys


 



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