John Barleycorn (Traditional) Hamish, Derek, Ian line-up
There were three men cam' frae the west, three men baith great and high
And they beswore a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die
Oh John Barley, Oh John Barleycorn
It would break the heart of a dying man to hear John Barley mourn
Well they took a scythe baith long and sharp and they cut him below the knee
And they tied him fast upon a cart like a rogue for felony
Well they roasted him over a scorchin flame till the marrow ran out of his bones
And the millar he used him worse than that for he crushed him between two stones
Now John Barleycorn he was a hero bold of noble enterprise
And if you do but taste his blood it'll mak' your courage rise
Then here's a health to John Barley raise your glasses in your hand
And may he bring prosperity in England and Scotland