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, 'til the rains from heaven did fall. And little Sir
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, 'til the rains from heaven did fall. And little Sir
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, 'til the rains from heaven did fall. And little Sir
clods upon his head. Till these three men were satisfied John Barleycorn was dead. (Chorus). There's beer all in the barrel and brandy in the glass. But little SirJohn, with his nut-brown bowl
clouds 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 heaven did fall. And little SirJohn sprung up his
In a village in Old Siam, sir, there's a lady who's lost her way. In an effort to find a man, sir, she found herself in the old UK. She waited 'round in Walthamstowe, she skated 'round in