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!
Well, they've ploughed,
They've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clouds upon his head
Till these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a long long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
'John barleycorn'
'Ruby Tuesday'
