ฟังเพลงJohn Barleycorn (Must Die) (First Version)

John Barleycorn (Must Die) (First Version) - Traffic

Written by：Steve Winwood/Traditional

There were three men

Came out of the west

Thier fortunes for to try

And these three men

Made a solemn vow

John Barleycorn should die

They've plowed they've sown

They've harrowed him in

Through 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 rain from heaven 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 their scythes so sharp

To cut him off at the knee

They've rolled him

And tied him by the way

Serving him most barbarously

They've hired men

With their sharp pitchforks

Who've pricked him to the heart

And the loader he served him

Worse than that

For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around

And around a field

'Till they came unto a pond

And there they made a solemn oath

On poor John Barleycorn

They've hired men with their 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

As supposed to John

And the nut brown bowl

And his brandy in the glass

At supposed to John

With his nut brown bowl

As proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman he can't hunt the fox

Nor so loudly to blow his horn

And the thinker he can't mend kettle or pots

Without a little Barleycorn