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	To my ri-fol-airey oh		To my ri-fol-airey oh


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	Roud No. 164		[[Roud No. 164]]

	Recording by Fred Jordan on ‘A Shropshire Lad’ Veteran VTD148CD		Recording by Fred Jordan on ‘A Shropshire Lad’ Veteran VTD148CD

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	Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys		Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys

	For to plough for wheat and rye		For to plough for wheat and rye

	And they made a vow and a solemn vow		And they made a vow and a solemn vow

	John Barleycorn must die.		John Barleycorn must die.



	So, they ploughed him deep in the furrow		So, they ploughed him deep in the furrow

	And they sowed rye o’er his head		And they sowed rye o’er his head

	And these three men home rejoicing went,		And these three men home rejoicing went,

	John Barleycorn was dead.		John Barleycorn was dead.



	But, the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft		But, the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft

	And it rained in a day or so		And it rained in a day or so

	John Barleycorn felt the wind and the rain		John Barleycorn felt the wind and the rain

	And soon began to grow		And soon began to grow



	But the rye began to grow as well;		But the rye began to grow as well;

	The rye grew slow but tall		The rye grew slow but tall

	But John Barleycorn he grew short and quick		But John Barleycorn he grew short and quick

	And he proved them liars all		And he proved them liars all



	So, they hired men with sickles		So, they hired men with sickles

	To cut him off at the knee		To cut him off at the knee

	And worst of all, John Barleycorn,		And worst of all, John Barleycorn,

	They served him barbarously.		They served him barbarously.



	For, they hired men with pikels,		For, they hired men with pikels,

	To toss him on to a load,		To toss him on to a load,

	And when they’d tossed John Barleycorn		And when they’d tossed John Barleycorn

	They tied him down with cords.		They tied him down with cords.



	Then, they hired men with thrashels		Then, they hired men with thrashels

	To beat him high and low		To beat him high and low

	They came smick smack upon poor Jack's back		They came smick smack upon poor Jack's back

	Till the flesh began to flow.		Till the flesh began to flow.



	Then, they put him in to the kiln me boys,		Then, they put him in to the kiln me boys,

	Thinking to dry his bones		Thinking to dry his bones

	And when he came out, John Barleycorn,		And when he came out, John Barleycorn,

	They crushed him between two stones.		They crushed him between two stones.



	Then, they put him in to the mashing tub,		Then, they put him in to the mashing tub,

	Thinking to burn his tail,		Thinking to burn his tail,

	And when he came out they’d changed his name,		And when he came out they’d changed his name,

	For they called him home-brewed ale.		For they called him home-brewed ale.



	So, put your wine in glasses,		So, put your wine in glasses,

	Your cider in pewter cans		Your cider in pewter cans

	Put John Barleycorn in the old brown jug,		Put John Barleycorn in the old brown jug,

	For he proved the strongest man.		For he proved the strongest man.



	To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay		To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay

	To my ri-fol-airey oh		To my ri-fol-airey oh

	To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay		To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay

	To my ri-fol-airey oh		To my ri-fol-airey oh

John Rawlinson at 07:01, 13 November 2008

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		JOHN BARLEYCORN

		Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys
		For to plough for wheat and rye
		And they made a vow and a solemn vow
		John Barleycorn must die.

		So, they ploughed him deep in the furrow
		And they sowed rye o’er his head
		And these three men home rejoicing went,
		John Barleycorn was dead.

		But, the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft
		And it rained in a day or so
		John Barleycorn felt the wind and the rain
		And soon began to grow

		But the rye began to grow as well;
		The rye grew slow but tall
		But John Barleycorn he grew short and quick
		And he proved them liars all

		So, they hired men with sickles
		To cut him off at the knee
		And worst of all, John Barleycorn,
		They served him barbarously.

		For, they hired men with pikels,
		To toss him on to a load,
		And when they’d tossed John Barleycorn
		They tied him down with cords.

		Then, they hired men with thrashels
		To beat him high and low
		They came smick smack upon poor Jack's back
		Till the flesh began to flow.

		Then, they put him in to the kiln me boys,
		Thinking to dry his bones
		And when he came out, John Barleycorn,
		They crushed him between two stones.

		Then, they put him in to the mashing tub,
		Thinking to burn his tail,
		And when he came out they’d changed his name,
		For they called him home-brewed ale.

		So, put your wine in glasses,
		Your cider in pewter cans
		Put John Barleycorn in the old brown jug,
		For he proved the strongest man.

		To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay
		To my ri-fol-airey oh
		To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay
		To my ri-fol-airey oh



		Recording by Fred Jordan on ‘A Shropshire Lad’ Veteran VTD148CD

		Reference:
		Schofield D (2007) John Barleycorn: as sung by Fred Jordan Magazine of the English Folk Dance and Song Society Spring 2007 p9.

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	~~JOHN BARLEYCORN~~

	~~Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys~~
	~~For to plough for wheat and rye~~
	~~And they made a vow and a solemn vow~~
	~~John Barleycorn must die.~~

	~~So, they ploughed him deep in the furrow~~
	~~And they sowed rye o’er his head~~
	~~And these three men home rejoicing went,~~
	~~John Barleycorn was dead.~~

	~~But, the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft~~
	~~And it rained in a day or so~~
	~~John Barleycorn felt the wind and the rain~~
	~~And soon began to grow~~

	~~But the rye began to grow as well;~~
	~~The rye grew slow but tall~~
	~~But John Barleycorn he grew short and quick~~
	~~And he proved them liars all~~

	~~So, they hired men with sickles~~
	~~To cut him off at the knee~~
	~~And worst of all, John Barleycorn,~~
	~~They served him barbarously.~~

	~~For, they hired men with pikels,~~
	~~To toss him on to a load,~~
	~~And when they’d tossed John Barleycorn~~
	~~They tied him down with cords.~~

	~~Then, they hired men with thrashels~~
	~~To beat him high and low~~
	~~They came smick smack upon poor Jack's back~~
	~~Till the flesh began to flow.~~

	~~Then, they put him in to the kiln me boys,~~
	~~Thinking to dry his bones~~
	~~And when he came out, John Barleycorn,~~
	~~They crushed him between two stones.~~

	~~Then, they put him in to the mashing tub,~~
	~~Thinking to burn his tail,~~
	~~And when he came out they’d changed his name,~~
	~~For they called him home-brewed ale.~~

	~~So, put your wine in glasses,~~
	~~Your cider in pewter cans~~
	~~Put John Barleycorn in the old brown jug,~~
	~~For he proved the strongest man.~~

	~~To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay~~
	~~To my ri-fol-airey oh~~
	~~To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay~~
	~~To my ri-fol-airey oh~~



	~~Recording by Fred Jordan on ‘A Shropshire Lad’ Veteran VTD148CD~~

	~~Reference:~~
	~~Schofield D (2007) John Barleycorn: as sung by Fred Jordan Magazine of the English Folk Dance and Song Society Spring 2007 p9.~~

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	JOHN BARLEYCORN		JOHN BARLEYCORN
	~~Traditional~~

	Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys For to plough for wheat and rye		Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys
	And they made a vow and a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die.		For to plough for wheat and rye
			And they made a vow and a solemn vow
			John Barleycorn must die.

	So, they ploughed him deep in the furrow And they sowed rye o’er his head		So, they ploughed him deep in the furrow
	And these three men home rejoicing went, John Barleycorn was dead.		And they sowed rye o’er his head
			And these three men home rejoicing went,
			John Barleycorn was dead.

	But, the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft And it rained in a day or so		But, the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft
	John Barleycorn felt the wind and the rain And soon began to grow		And it rained in a day or so
			John Barleycorn felt the wind and the rain
			And soon began to grow

	But the rye began to grow as well; The rye grew slow but tall		But the rye began to grow as well;
	But John Barleycorn he grew short and quick And he proved them liars all		The rye grew slow but tall
			But John Barleycorn he grew short and quick
			And he proved them liars all

	So, they hired men with sickles To cut him off at the knee		So, they hired men with sickles
	And worst of all, John Barleycorn, They served him barbarously.		To cut him off at the knee
			And worst of all, John Barleycorn,
			They served him barbarously.

	For, they hired men with pikels, To toss him on to a load,		For, they hired men with pikels,
	And when they’d tossed John Barleycorn They tied him down with cords.		To toss him on to a load,
			And when they’d tossed John Barleycorn
			They tied him down with cords.

	Then, they hired men with thrashels To beat him high and low		Then, they hired men with thrashels
	They came smick smack upon poor Jack's back Till the flesh began to flow.		To beat him high and low
			They came smick smack upon poor Jack's back
			Till the flesh began to flow.

	Then, they put him in to the kiln me boys, Thinking to dry his bones		Then, they put him in to the kiln me boys,
	And when he came out, John Barleycorn, They crushed him between two stones.		Thinking to dry his bones
			And when he came out, John Barleycorn,
			They crushed him between two stones.

	Then, they put him in to the mashing tub, Thinking to burn his tail,		Then, they put him in to the mashing tub,
	And when he came out they’d changed his name, For they called him home-brewed ale.		Thinking to burn his tail,
			And when he came out they’d changed his name,
			For they called him home-brewed ale.

	So, put your wine in glasses, Your cider in pewter cans		So, put your wine in glasses,
	Put John Barleycorn in the old brown jug, For he proved the strongest man.		Your cider in pewter cans
			Put John Barleycorn in the old brown jug,
			For he proved the strongest man.

	To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay To my ri-fol-airey oh		To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay
	To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay To my ri-fol-airey oh		To my ri-fol-airey oh
			To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay
			To my ri-fol-airey oh



	Recording by Fred Jordan on ‘A Shropshire Lad’ Veteran VTD148CD		Recording by Fred Jordan on ‘A Shropshire Lad’ Veteran VTD148CD

	Reference:		Reference:
	Schofield D (2007) John Barleycorn: as sung by Fred Jordan Magazine of the English Folk Dance and Song Society Spring 2007 p9.		Schofield D (2007) John Barleycorn: as sung by Fred Jordan Magazine of the English Folk Dance and Song Society Spring 2007 p9.

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New page: JOHN BARLEYCORN Traditional Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys For to plough for wheat and rye And they made a vow and a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die. So, they ploughed...

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JOHN BARLEYCORN
Traditional

Now, there came three men out of Kent my boys For to plough for wheat and rye
And they made a vow and a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die.

So, they ploughed him deep in the furrow And they sowed rye o’er his head
And these three men home rejoicing went, John Barleycorn was dead.

But, the sun shone warm and the wind blew soft And it rained in a day or so
John Barleycorn felt the wind and the rain And soon began to grow

But the rye began to grow as well; The rye grew slow but tall
But John Barleycorn he grew short and quick And he proved them liars all

So, they hired men with sickles To cut him off at the knee
And worst of all, John Barleycorn, They served him barbarously.

For, they hired men with pikels, To toss him on to a load,
And when they’d tossed John Barleycorn They tied him down with cords.

Then, they hired men with thrashels To beat him high and low
They came smick smack upon poor Jack's back Till the flesh began to flow.

Then, they put him in to the kiln me boys, Thinking to dry his bones
And when he came out, John Barleycorn, They crushed him between two stones.

Then, they put him in to the mashing tub, Thinking to burn his tail,
And when he came out they’d changed his name, For they called him home-brewed ale.

So, put your wine in glasses, Your cider in pewter cans
Put John Barleycorn in the old brown jug, For he proved the strongest man.

To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay To my ri-fol-airey oh
To my ri-fol-airy, fol-the-diddle ay To my ri-fol-airey oh

Recording by Fred Jordan on ‘A Shropshire Lad’ Veteran VTD148CD
Reference:
Schofield D (2007) John Barleycorn: as sung by Fred Jordan Magazine of the English Folk Dance and Song Society Spring 2007 p9.