Killbrannan - John Barleycorn | Текст песни

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• Killbrannan
• John Barleycorn

There were three farmers in the North and as they were passing by

They swore an oath, a mighty oath that John Barleycorn must die

One of them says we'll drown him and the other says hang him high

A whiff of the stick of the barley grain and a-beggin we will die

With me fal-er-a-lind-a-me too-ra-lunda-me whack-fal-diddle-di-ay~

They put poor barley into the sack on that cold and rainy day

They carried him off to the garden field, they buried him in the clay

The frost and snow began to melt and the dew began to fall

And barley grain rolled up he said that he'd soon surprise them all

With me fal-er-a-lind-a-me too-ra-lunda-me whack-fal-diddle-di-ay~

Bein' in the summer season with the harvest comin' on

He stands up in the field with a beard like any man

The reaper came to wield his sickle he used me barbarously,

He cut me by the middle so small, he cut me above the knee

With me fal-er-a-lind-a-me too-ra-lunda-me whack-fal-diddle-di-ay~

Then next came master binder and he looked on me with a frown

For in the middle there was a thistle, which bowled his courage down

The farmer came with his pitchfork, he pierced me thru the heart

Like a thief and robber or highwaymen they tied me to the cart

With me fal-er-a-lind-a-me too-ra-lunda-me whack-fal-diddle-di-ay~

The thresher came with his big flail, he nearly broke me bones

T'would grieve the heart of any man just to hear me sighs and groans

The next thing that they done to me was to drown me in the well

They left me there for a day and a half or until I began to swell

With me fal-er-a-lind-a-me too-ra-lunda-me whack-fal-diddle-di-ay~

The next thing that they done to me was they dried me in the kiln

They used me ten times worse than that when they ground me in the mill

The used me in the kitchen and the used me in the hall

They used me up in the parlor, among the ladies all

With me fal-er-a-lind-a-me too-ra-lunda-me whack-fal-diddle-di-ay~

Well the barley grain is a comical grain he makes me sigh and moan

For when they take a glass of me they forget their wives at home

The drunkard he is a dirty guy and he uses me worst of all

He takes me up in his dirty mouth and he stumbles against the wall

With me fal-er-a-lind-a-me too-ra-lunda-me whack-fal-diddle-di-ay~