Chords for Martin Carthy - John Barleycorn

[C] There were three men [Eb] came out of the west, a fortune [C] poor to try,
_ And these three [D] men made [Eb] a solemn vow, John _ [C] Barleycorn should die.
[Eb] Oh, they ploughed, [C] they sowed, they harrowed him, he [Eb] throwed corns [C] upon his head,
And these three men [Eb] made a solemn [Gm] vow, [Bb] John _ _ [C] Barleycorn was dead.
[F] [Eb] They let him lie for a long time, the rain [C] from heaven did fall,
And little Sir [Ebm] John, oh, he [Eb] raised up his head, [C] soon he amazed them all.
[Eb] Oh, they let [C] him lie till long midsummer, [Cm] till he looked both [C] pale and worn,
_ Then little Sir John [Eb] growed a long, long beard, [G] so [C] he became a man.
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_ _ _ _ Oh, they hired [Eb] men with a scythe so sharp, [C] they cut him all down at the knee,
They rolled and they tied [Eb] him around by the waist, they served [C] him barbarously.
_ Oh, [Eb] they [C] hired men with a sharp pitchfork, [Cm] so pierced him [C] to the heart,
But the loader, he [Eb] served him worse than that, he bound him [C] to the cart.
_ They rode him [Eb] around and around the field, they [Bb] came [C] into a [D] barn,
[Cm] And there [C] they made a [D] solemn [Bb] vow of [C] little John _ _ Barleycorn.
[Eb] Oh, they hired [G] men [C] with a crab-tree's ticks, and they cut him skin from bone,
But the miller, he [D] served [Eb] him worse than that, [Bb] he ground [C] him between two stones. _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ Here [Cm] is little Sir [Eb] John in the nut-brown bowl, here is [C] brandy in the glass,
And little Sir [Eb] John in the nut-brown bowl, drew [Cm] the stronger [C] man at last.
Now [Eb] the [C] huntsman, he can't hunt them fast, as the loudly _ blowing horn,
And the tinkering [Eb] conmen, kettle-bells, they're all in the way.
There goes no boss [Gm] without [C] John _ _ _ Barleycorn. _ _
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