John Barleycorn Traffic
John Barleycorn (must die) chords
Traffic (English Folksong) *
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There [A]were three [Em]men came [G]out [D]of the [Em]west,
their [A]fortunes [G]for [D]to [Em]try
And [A]these three [Em]men made a [G]so[D]lemn [Em]vow:
John [A]Barley[G]corn [D]must [Em]die.
They've [G]ploughed, they've [Em]sewn, [D]they've [Em]harrowed him in;
threw [G]clods at [A]Barley's [Em]head
And [A]these three [Em]men made a [G]so[D]lemn [Em]vow:
John [A]Barley[G]corn [D]was [Em]dead.
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They've [A]let him [Em]lie for a [G]very [D]long [Em]time,
â??till th[A]e rains fro[G]m heave[D]n di[Em]d fall
And [A]little Sir [Em]John sprung [G]up [D]his [Em]head,
and [A]so a[G]mazed [D]them [Em]all.
They've [G]let him [Em]stand â[D]??til[Em]l midsummer's day,
â??til[G]l he looked bot[A]h pale an[Em]d worn
And [A]little Sir [Em]John's grown a [G]long, [D]long [Em]beard,
and [A]so be[G]come [D]a [Em]man.
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They've [A]hired [Em]men with the [G]scythes [D]so [Em]sharp,
to [A]cut him [G]off [D]at the [Em]knee
They've [A]rolled him and [Em]tied him [G]by [D]the [Em]waist,
servin' [A]him most [G]bar[D]barous[Em]ly.
They've [G]hired [Em]men [D]with the [Em]sharp pitchforks,
who [G]pricked him [A]to the [Em]heart
And the [A]loader he has [Em]served him [G]worse [D]than [Em]that,
for he's [A]bound him [G]to [D]the [Em]cart
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They've [A]wheeled him a[Em]round and a[G]round [D]the [Em]field,
â??till the[A]y came [G]unt[D]o [Em]a barn
And [A]there they [Em]made a [G]so[D]lemn [Em]oath,
on [A]poor John [G]Bar[D]ley[Em]corn.
They've [G]hired [Em]men [D]with the [Em]crab-tree sticks,
to [G]cut him [A]skin from [Em]bone
And the [A]miller he has [Em]served him [G]worse [D]than [Em]that,
for he's [A]ground him be[G]tween [D]two [Em]stones.
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And [A]little Sir [Em]John and the [G]nut-[D]brown [Em]bowl,
and he's [A]brandy [G]in [D]the [Em]glass
And [A]little Sir [Em]John and the [G]nut-[D]brown [Em]bowl,
proved the [A]strongest [G]man [D]at [Em]last.
The [G]hunts[Em]man, [D]he can't [Em]hunt the fox,
nor so [G]loudly to [A]blow his [Em]horn
And the [A]tinker he [Em]can't mend [G]kettle [D]nor [Em]pots,
with[A]out a little [G]Bar[D]ley[Em]corn
* Alternate:
Capo VII (probably the most correct)
A = D
Em = Am
G = C
D = G
Capo II
A = G
Em = Dm
G = F
D = C
set8
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