John Barleycorn (Must Die) (OST Нирвана / Nirvana реж. Г.Сальваторес 1997)
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 Till the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head And so amazed them all They've let him stand till midsummer's day Till 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 the scythes so sharp To cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the way 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 the field Till they came unto a barn And there they made a solemn oath On poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with the crab-tree 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 nor pots Without a little Barleycorn