Letra de John Barleycorn

There were three men cam′ frae the west
Three men baith great and high
And they beswore a solemn oathJohn Barleycorn should die

Oh, oh, John Barley
Oh, John Barleycorn
It would break the heart of a dying man
To hear John Barley mourn

Well, they took a scythe, baith long and sharp
And they cut him below the knee
And they tied him fast upon a cart
Like a rogue for felony

Well, they roasted him over a scorching flame
'Til the marrow ran out of his bones
And the miller he used him worse than that
For he crushed him between two stones

Oh, oh, John Barley
Oh, John Barleycorn
It would break the heart of a dying man
To hear John Barley mourn

Now John Barleycorn, he was a hero bold
Of noble enterprise
And if you do but taste his blood
It′ll mak' your courage rise

And here's a health to John Barley
Raise your glasses in your hand
And may he bring prosperity
In England and Scotland

Oh, oh, John Barley
Oh, John Barleycorn
It would break the heart of a dying man
To hear John Barley mourn

Oh, oh, John Barley
Oh, John Barleycorn
It would break the heart of a dying man
To hear John Barley mourn