Name: John Barleycorn ( new electric Mix)
Duration: 5 min 46 s
Channel: Collected by Robert Burns
Description: "John Barleycorn ( new electric Mix)" is a song by J C Carroll. A Song about Making Whiskey,,, and ressurection and paganism as well as christianity

John Barleycorn ( new electric Mix)

J C Carroll

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A Song about Making Whiskey,,, and ressurection and paganism as well as christianity

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J C Carroll

Multi Genre Musician and Composer

I AM SELLING MY MUSIC HERE! you can Buy my music from the Excellent Soundclick Store or from the iTunes Music Store I would like to thank NICK CASH and the Other Members of JC and the Disciples.. Nigel Bennet, Phill Legg and Chris Payne also thanks to Neil Anderson, Mike Guirey, Chester Kamen, Nigel Bennett, Guy Pratt, Eliet Mackrell, Sophy Patterson, Nick Cash and Mick Linehan Rudy Carroll, Paddy Carroll, for Recording in my Baement . Also Wim Wever, Watsonica , Lord Bugs, Beatless and Angelika for collaborating on the Internet. I am recording on a laptop running Logic and REASON, I love acoustic music and electronic music and rock so its very difficuly to market as I do lots of stuff that you can't pigeonhole.

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Rock

Charts

Peak #66

Peak in subgenre #11

Author

Collected by Robert Burns

Rights

J Carroll

Uploaded

March 20, 2009

Track Files

MP3

MP3 6.6 MB • 160 kbps • 5:46

Story behind the song

East verse is about a different stage of the production of whiskey

Lyrics

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.

The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong;
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.

His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn'd him o'er and o'er.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him further woe;
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.

They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.

And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.

'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!