John Barleycorn Must Die

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 sewn, they've harrowed him in
Threw clouds 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