Chords for The Hare and the Moon: John Barleycorn
Tempo:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [A] There was three men, came out of the west, their fortunes fought to try.
These three men made a solemn vow, John Barleygon should die.
They flatly sowed the irredentment of blood upon [A] his head.
These three men made a solemn vow, John [D] Barleygon was dead.
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[D] They let him lie for a very long time, till the rain from [A] heaven did fall.
Little Sir John sprung [D] up his head and soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till it's unmerged, he looked both pale and glum.
Little Sir John he growed a long beard and so [D] became a man.
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[D] [A] They hired men with the sides so sharp, to cut him off at the knee.
They rolled him and tied him by the waist and served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp beech forks, who pricked him to the heart.
The looter he served him worse than that, who he bound him to the clasp.
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[D] They wheeled him round and round the field, till he came unto [A] a barn.
There they made a solemn vow, poor John Barleygon.
They hired men with the crapped tree sticks to cut him skin and bone.
The miller he [D] served him worse than that, who he ground him between two stones.
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[D] Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl and brandy in a glass.
Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl, the stronger man at last.
The huntsman he can't hunt, the fox not so loudly blow his horn.
The tinker he can't mend, [D] for parts without John Barleycorn.
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[D] [A] There was three men, came out of the west, their fortunes fought to try.
These three men made a solemn vow, John Barleygon should die.
They flatly sowed the irredentment of blood upon [A] his head.
These three men made a solemn vow, John [D] Barleygon was dead.
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[D] They let him lie for a very long time, till the rain from [A] heaven did fall.
Little Sir John sprung [D] up his head and soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till it's unmerged, he looked both pale and glum.
Little Sir John he growed a long beard and so [D] became a man.
[A]
[D] [A] They hired men with the sides so sharp, to cut him off at the knee.
They rolled him and tied him by the waist and served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp beech forks, who pricked him to the heart.
The looter he served him worse than that, who he bound him to the clasp.
[A]
[D] They wheeled him round and round the field, till he came unto [A] a barn.
There they made a solemn vow, poor John Barleygon.
They hired men with the crapped tree sticks to cut him skin and bone.
The miller he [D] served him worse than that, who he ground him between two stones.
[A]
[D] Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl and brandy in a glass.
Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl, the stronger man at last.
The huntsman he can't hunt, the fox not so loudly blow his horn.
The tinker he can't mend, [D] for parts without John Barleycorn.
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[D] _ _ _ [A] There was three men, came out of the west, their fortunes fought to try.
These three men made a solemn vow, John Barleygon should die.
They flatly sowed the irredentment of blood upon [A] his head.
These three men made a solemn vow, John [D] Barleygon was dead.
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_ [D] _ They let him lie for a very long time, till the rain from [A] heaven did fall.
Little Sir John sprung [D] up his head and soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till it's unmerged, he looked both pale and glum.
Little Sir John he growed a long beard and so [D] became a man. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] They hired men with the sides so sharp, to cut him off at the knee.
They rolled him and tied him by the waist and served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp beech forks, who pricked him to the heart.
The looter he served him worse than that, who he bound him to the clasp.
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_ [D] _ They wheeled him round and round the field, till he came unto [A] a barn.
There they made a solemn vow, poor John Barleygon.
They hired men with the crapped tree sticks to cut him skin and bone.
The miller he [D] served him worse than that, who he ground him between two stones. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl and brandy in a glass.
Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl, the stronger man at last.
The huntsman he can't hunt, the fox not so loudly blow his horn.
The tinker he can't mend, [D] for parts without John Barleycorn. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [A] There was three men, came out of the west, their fortunes fought to try.
These three men made a solemn vow, John Barleygon should die.
They flatly sowed the irredentment of blood upon [A] his head.
These three men made a solemn vow, John [D] Barleygon was dead.
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_ [D] _ They let him lie for a very long time, till the rain from [A] heaven did fall.
Little Sir John sprung [D] up his head and soon amazed them all.
They let him stand till it's unmerged, he looked both pale and glum.
Little Sir John he growed a long beard and so [D] became a man. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] They hired men with the sides so sharp, to cut him off at the knee.
They rolled him and tied him by the waist and served him most barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp beech forks, who pricked him to the heart.
The looter he served him worse than that, who he bound him to the clasp.
_ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ They wheeled him round and round the field, till he came unto [A] a barn.
There they made a solemn vow, poor John Barleygon.
They hired men with the crapped tree sticks to cut him skin and bone.
The miller he [D] served him worse than that, who he ground him between two stones. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl and brandy in a glass.
Little Sir John in a nut brown bowl, the stronger man at last.
The huntsman he can't hunt, the fox not so loudly blow his horn.
The tinker he can't mend, [D] for parts without John Barleycorn. _ _ _ _ _
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