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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, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til 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 has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto 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
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
Había tres hombres salieron del oeste, sus fortunas para tratar
Y estos tres hombres hizo un voto solemne
John Barleycorn Must Die
Han arado, han sembrado, lo han atormentado en
Lanzó terrones sobre su cabeza
Y estos tres hombres hizo un voto solemne
John Barleycorn estaba muerto
Ellos le permitió mentir por un tiempo muy largo, 'hasta que las lluvias del cielo cayó
Y poco a Sir John surgido la cabeza y se quedaron tan asustados a todos
Ellos le permitió estar de pie 'hasta que un día de verano' hasta tanto se veía pálido y demacrado
Y poco a Sir John ha crecido una barba larga larga y convertirse así en un hombre
Han contratado a los hombres con sus guadañas tan fuerte para cortarle el paso en la rodilla
Lo han enrollado y atado a él por cierto, sirviéndole más bárbaramente
Han contratado a los hombres con sus horquillas afiladas que le he pinchado en el corazón
Y el cargador que le ha servido peor que
Porque él lo ha obligado a la cesta
Lo han rodado alrededor y en torno a un "campo hasta que llegaron a un estanque
Y allí hizo un juramento solemne al pobre John Barleycorn
Han contratado a los hombres con sus palos crabtree le cortó la piel de los huesos
Y el molinero le ha servido peor que
Fo
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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, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til 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 has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto 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
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
Traffic
Light up or Leave Me Alone
Light up or Leave Me Alone
Había tres hombres salieron del oeste, sus fortunas para tratar
Y estos tres hombres hizo un voto solemne
John Barleycorn Must Die
Han arado, han sembrado, lo han atormentado en
Lanzó terrones sobre su cabeza
Y estos tres hombres hizo un voto solemne
John Barleycorn estaba muerto
Ellos le permitió mentir por un tiempo muy largo, 'hasta que las lluvias del cielo cayó
Y poco a Sir John surgido la cabeza y se quedaron tan asustados a todos
Ellos le permitió estar de pie 'hasta que un día de verano' hasta tanto se veía pálido y demacrado
Y poco a Sir John ha crecido una barba larga larga y convertirse así en un hombre
Han contratado a los hombres con sus guadañas tan fuerte para cortarle el paso en la rodilla
Lo han enrollado y atado a él por cierto, sirviéndole más bárbaramente
Han contratado a los hombres con sus horquillas afiladas que le he pinchado en el corazón
Y el cargador que le ha servido peor que
Porque él lo ha obligado a la cesta
Lo han rodado alrededor y en torno a un "campo hasta que llegaron a un estanque
Y allí hizo un juramento solemne al pobre John Barleycorn
Han contratado a los hombres con sus palos crabtree le cortó la piel de los huesos
Y el molinero le ha servido peor que
Fo
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
