John Barleycorn chords

[INTRO]
N.C.
There were three men came from the west
N.C.
Their fortunes for to tell
N.C.
And the life of John Barleycorn as well

[INSTRUMENTAL]
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[VERSE]
[G]They laid him in three furrows deep
Laid [D]clods upon his head
Then [G]these three man made a solemn vow
John [C]Barley[G]corn was [C]dead
John [D]Barleycorn was [G]dead [D] [G]

[VERSE]
[G]The let him die for a very long time
Till the [D]rain from heaven did fall
Then [G]little Sir John sprang up his head
And he [C]did a[G]maze them [C]all
He [D]did amaze them [G]all [D] [G]

[VERSE]
[G]And they let him stand till the midsummer day
Till he [D]looked both pale and wan
Then [G]little Sir John, he grew a long beard
And he [C]so be[G]came a [C]man
He [D]so became a [G]man

[CHORUS]
Fa, la, la, la, [D]it's a lovely day
Sing fa, la, la, [G]lay, oh
[G]Fa, la, la, la, it's a lovely day
[D]Fa, la, la, la, [G]lay, oh [D] [G]

[VERSE]
[G]They have hired men with the scythes so sharp
To [D]cut him off at the knee
And they [G]rolled him and tied him around the waist
They [C]served him [G]barbarous[C]ly
They have [D]served him barbarous[G]ly

[CHORUS]
Fa, la, la, la, [D]it's a lovely day
Sing fa, la, la, [G]lay, oh
[G]Fa, la, la, la, it's a lovely day
Singing [D]fa, la, la, la, [G]lay, oh [D] [G]

[VERSE]
[G]And they have hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To [D]cut him skin from bone
And the [G]miller he has served him worse than that
He [C]ground him be[G]tween two [C]stones
He [D]ground him between two [G]stones

[CHORUS]
Fa, la, la, la, [D]it's a lovely day
Sing fa, la, la, [G]lay, oh
[G]Fa, la, la, la, it's a lovely day
Singing [D]fa, la, la, la, [G]lay, oh [D] [G]

[VERSE]
[G]And they have wheeled him here, and they've wheeled him there
They've [D]wheeled him to a barn
And [G]they have a-served him a-worse than that
They've [C]bunged him [G]in a [C]vat
They've a-[D]bunged him in a [G]vat

[CHORUS]
Fa, la, la, la, [D]it's a lovely day
Sing fa, la, la, [G]lay, oh
[G]Fa, la, la, la, it's a lovely day
Singing [D]fa, la, la, la, [G]lay, oh [D] [G]

[VERSE]
[G]Well, they have worked their will on John Barleycorn
But he [D]lived to tell the tale
For they [G]pour him out of an old brown jug
And they [C]call him [G]homebrewed [C]ale
They [D]call him homebrewed [G]ale

[CHORUS]
Fa, la, la, la, [D]it's a lovely day
Sing fa, la, la, [G]lay, oh
[G]Fa, la, la, la, it's a lovely day
Singing [D]fa, la, la, la, [G]lay, oh [D] [G]

[OUTRO]
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