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Album Below the Salt. John Barleycorn Lyrics. There were three men came from the West Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn must die. They've ploughed, 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 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 the 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 the sharp pitchforks Who pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart.

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Present – The Very Best of Steeleye Span is the 17th studio album by Steeleye Span, released in 2002. The album contains new recordings of previously released songs.

John Barleycorn Lyrics Steeleye Span. Album Below the Salt. Steeleye Span - John Barleycorn Songtext. There were three men Came from the west Their fortunes for to tell, And the life of John Barleycorn As well. They laid him three furrows deep, Laid clods upon his head, The these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead. They let him die for a very long time Till the rain from heaven did fall, Then little Sir John sprang up his head And he did amaze them all. They let him stand till the midsummer day, Till he looked both pale and wan. Then little Sir John he grew a long.

They have laid him in three furrows deep Laid clods upon his head Then these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead, John Barleycorn was dead. They have let him lie for a very long time Till the rain from heaven did fall Then little Sir John sprang up his head And he did amaze them all, he did amaze them all. They let him stand till the midsummer day Till he looked both pale and wan Then little Sir John he grew a long beard And he so became a man, he so became a man.