John
Barleycorn's a hero bold
As any in the land
For ages good his fame has stood,
And shall for ever stand
The whole wide world respect of him
No matter friend or foe
And if there be that makes so free
He's sure to lay him low
Chorus
Hey John BBarleycorn
Ho
John Barleycorn
Old and young his praises sung
John Barleycorn
To see him
in his pride of growth
His coat is rich and green
His head is speared with prickly beard
Fit nigh to serve the queen
But when the harvest time comes round
And John is stricken down
We'll use his boold for England's good
And Englishmen's renown
The lord in
kingly castle
And the squire in stately hall
The old and young, the weak and strong
On him for succour call
He bids the troubled heart rejoice
Bring warmth to winter's cold
Makes old men young and weak men strong
And all men brave and bold
So here's to
bold John Baleytcorn
All praise his luscious vine
I have no mind much Joy to find
In any glass of wine
Give me my native nut-brown ale
All other drinks I scorn
For England's cheer is England's beer
Our own John Barleycorn
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