Chords for John Barleycorn

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There were three men, [F] came out of the west, [Am] Their fortunes for [A] to try.
And these [Dm] three men, [F] made a solemn vow, [Am] John _ Barleycorn [A] must die. _
[F] They ploughed, they sowed, [Am] they harrowed him in, [F] Throwing clods upon [Am] his head.
[Dm] And these three men, [F] made a solemn vow, [Am] John _ Barleycorn [A] was dead. _
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They let him lie, [F] for a very long time, [C] Till the rain from heaven [Dm] did fall. _
Then little Sir John, [F] threw up his head, [Am] And so _ [Dm] amazed them all.
[F] They let him stand, [C] till the midsummer day, [F] Till he grew both pale [Am] and [C] worn.
[Dm] Then little Sir John, [F] grew a great long beard, [C] And so became [Dm] a man. _ _
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[Dm] They hired men, [F] with scythes so sharp, [C] To cut him off at [Dm] the knee. _
They rolled him and tied [F] him around the waist, [C] Serving him most [Dm] barbarously. _ _
[F] They hired men, [C] with sharp-edged forks, [F] To prick him to [C] the heart.
[D] But the drover [F] served him worse than that, [C] For he bound him to [Dm] a cot. _ _
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They drove him around [F] and around the field, [C] Till they came upon [Dm] a barn. _
And these three men, [F] made a solemn vow, [C] Poor John _ [D] Barleycorn. _
[F] They hired men, [C] with crabtree sticks, [F] To strip his skin [C] from bone.
[D] But the miller, [Dm] he [F] served him worse than that, [C] For he ground him between [Dm] two stones. _
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There's little Sir John, [F] in the nut-brown bowl, [C] And there's brandy in [Dm] the glass. _
But little Sir John, [F] in the nut-brown bowl, [C] Proved the strongest man [Dm] at last.
[F] For the huntsman, he [C] can't hunt the fox, [F] Nor loudly blow [C] his horn.
[Dm] And that sinker, he can't [F] make a pot, [C] Without a little _ [Dm] Barleycorn. _ _
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