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JOHN BARLEYCORN (MUST DIE)
autore sconosciuto (1600?)

[D C G Am A5]
There [D]were three [Am]men came [C]out [G]of the [Am]west, their [D]fortunes [C]for [G]to [Am]try
And [D]these three [Am]men made a [C]so[G]lemn [Am]vow: John [D]Barley[C]corn [G]must [Am]die.
They've [C]ploughed, they've [Am]sown, [G]they've [Am]harrowed him in; threw [C]clods at [D]Barley's [E]head
And [Dm]these three [Am]men made a [C]so[G]lemn [Am]vow: John [D]Barley[C]corn [G]was [Am]dead.
...[D C G Am x4]
They've [D]let him [Am]lie for a [C]very [G]long [Am]time, ‘till the [D]rains from [C]heaven [G]did [Am]fall
And [D]little Sir [Am]John sprung [C]up [G]his [Am]head, and [D]so a[C]mazed [G]them [Am]all.
They've [C]let him [Am]stand ‘[G]till [Am]midsummer's day, ‘till [C]he looked both [D]pale and wan[E]
And [Dm]little Sir [Am]John's grown a [C]long, [G]long [Am]bea[A5]rd, [Am] [A5]
and [D]so be[C]come [G]a [Am]man.
...[D C G Am x4]
They've [D]hired [Am]men with the [C]scythes [G]so [Am]sharp, to [D]cut him [C]off [G]at the [Am]knee
They've [D]rolled him and [Am]tied him [C]by [G]the [Am]waist, servin' [D]him most [C]bar[G]barous[Am]ly.
They've [C]hired [Am]men [G]with the [Am]sharp pitchforks, who [C]pricked him [D]to the heart[E]
And the [Dm]loader he has [Am]served him [C]worse [G]than [Am]that, for he's [D]bound him [C]to [G]the [Am]cart
...[D C G Am x4]
They've [D]wheeled him a[Am]round and a[C]round [G]the [Am]field, ‘till they [D]came un[C]to [G]a [Am]barn
And [D]there they [Am]made a [C]so[G]lemn [Am]oath, on [D]poor John [C]Bar[G]ley[Am]corn.
They've [C]hired [Am]men [G]with the [Am]crab-tree sticks, to [C]cut him [D]skin from [E]bone
And the [Dm]miller he has [Am]served him [C]worse [G]than [Am]that, for he's [D]ground him be[C]tween [G]two [Am]stones.
...[D C G Am x4]
And [D]little Sir [Am]John and the [C]nut-[G]brown [Am]bowl, and he's [D]brandy [C]in [G]the [Am]glass
And [D]little Sir [Am]John and the [C]nut-[G]brown [Am]bowl, proved the [D]strongest [C]man [G]at [Am]last.
The [C]hunts[Am]man, [G]he can't [Am]hunt the fox, nor so [C]loudly to [D]blow his [E]horn
And the [Dm]tinker he [Am]can't mend [C]kettle [G]nor [Am]pots,
without a little Barleycorn