《John Barleycorn(Must Die)》歌词

[00:00:01] John Barleycorn (Must Die) - Traffic

[00:00:02] Written by：Steve Winwood/Traditional

[00:00:14] There were three men

[00:00:16] Came out of the west

[00:00:20] Thier fortunes for to try

[00:00:26] And these three men

[00:00:29] Made a solemn vow

[00:00:33] John Barleycorn should die

[00:00:39] They've plowed they've sown

[00:00:41] They've harrowed him in

[00:00:45] Through clods upon his head

[00:00:50] And these three men

[00:00:53] Made a solemn vow

[00:00:58] John barleycorn was dead

[00:01:03] They've let him lie

[00:01:06] For a very long time

[00:01:10] 'Till the rain from heaven did fall

[00:01:15] And little Sir John sprung up his head

[00:01:22] And so amazed them all

[00:01:28] They've let him stand

[00:01:31] 'Till midsummer's day

[00:01:34] 'Till he looked both pale and wan

[00:01:42] And little Sir John's

[00:01:45] Grown a long long beard

[00:01:49] And so become a man

[00:01:58] They've hired men

[00:02:00] With their scythes so sharp

[00:02:05] To cut him off at the knee

[00:02:10] They've rolled him

[00:02:12] And tied him by the way

[00:02:18] Serving him most barbarously

[00:02:23] They've hired men

[00:02:26] With their sharp pitchforks

[00:02:29] Who've pricked him to the heart

[00:02:38] And the loader he served him

[00:02:41] Worse than that

[00:02:44] For he's bound him to the cart

[00:03:07] They've wheeled him around

[00:03:10] And around a field

[00:03:14] 'Till they came unto a pond

[00:03:20] And there they made a solemn oath

[00:03:27] On poor John Barleycorn

[00:03:32] They've hired men with their crabtree sticks

[00:03:38] To cut him skin from bone

[00:03:47] And the miller he has served him

[00:03:50] Worse than that

[00:03:54] For he's ground him between two stones

[00:04:02] As supposed to John

[00:04:05] And the nut brown bowl

[00:04:09] And his brandy in the glass

[00:04:15] At supposed to John

[00:04:18] With his nut brown bowl

[00:04:22] As proved the strongest man at last

[00:04:28] The huntsman he can't hunt the fox

[00:04:33] Nor so loudly to blow his horn

[00:04:42] And the thinker he can't mend kettle or pots

[00:04:49] Without a little Barleycorn