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Артист: Fairport ConventionНазвание : John BarleycornДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : folk folk rock british folk british folk-rock Видео:
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There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die They`ve ploughed, they`ve sown, they`ve harrowed, thrown 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 Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last They`ve let him lie for a long long time till the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprang up his head and so amazed them all They`ve let him stand till midsummer`s day and he looks both pale and wan Then little Sir John`s grown a long long beard and so become a man (Chorus) (Chorus) They`ve hired men with the sharp-edged scythes to cut him off at the knee They`ve rolled him and tied him around the waist, treated him most barbarously They`ve hired men with the sharp-edged forks to prick him to the heart And the loader has served him worse than that for he`s bound him to the cart So they`ve wheeled him around and around the field till they`ve come unto a barn And here they`ve kept their solemn word concerning Barleycorn They`ve hired men with the crabtree sticks to split him skin from bone And the miller has served him worse than that for he`s ground him between two stones (Chorus) (Chorus) And the huntsman he can`t hunt the fox nor loudly blow his horn And the tinker he can`t mend his pots without John Barleycorn | Похожие исполнители:
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