John Barleycorn

[PD]

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 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 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 waist 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 unto a barn

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

Raise your glass....

 

[Frogfurlong]

Absolute cracking song :thumb:

Best version I know comes from Damh The Bard


(It is pronounced Daav btw )
:grin:

 

[Moley]

Let husky wheat the meadows adorn,
And oats set up their bearded horn,
And peas and beans at e'en (evening) and morn
Perfume the plain.
My blessings on thee John Barleycorn, :
Thou King o' grain. :drink:


“Scotch Drink” by Robert Burns, who by his own admission wrote garbage when sober:

Oh Whisky, soul of plays and pranks,
Accept a poet's grateful thanks,
When wanting you what tuneless cranks
Are my poor verses.
I drink, they rattle in their ranks
At each-other's arses.

 

[PD]

an old folk song of which I can only remember the chorus

Hey John Barleycorn...Ho John Barleycorn,
Old and Young, your praises sung.
John Barleycorn....

great bellowed out around a night time fire by 12 inebriated friends....

 

[Russ146]

Mary had a little Lamb
She kept it in a bucket
Every time the Lamb jumped out
the Bulldog tried to.....................

"Put it back,"

if i recall correctly

 

[PD]

Homer Simpson's song from the Sound of Music....

Doh, Re, Me, by Homer Simpson

Dough, the stuff that buys me beer.
Ray, the guy who brings me beer.
Me, the guy who drinks the beer.
Far, a long way to get beer.
So, I’ll have another beer.
La, I’ll have another beer.
Tea, no thanks I’m having beer.
That will bring us back to…
(reaching the crescendo of his toast,
Homer looks into his beer mug,
which is empty) …DOH!!!

only watch that film to see if the Nazi's finally capture them....