John Barleycorn (Must Die)-Air Traffic

[ti:John Barleycorn (Must Die)] [ar:Air Traffic] [al:The Last Great Traffic Jam] [offset:0] [00:06.32]John Barleycorn (Must Die) - Air Traffic [00:56.03]There were three men came out of the West [01:02.19]Their fortunes for to try [01:07.12] [01:08.30]And these three men made a solemn vow [01:13.29] [01:15.54]John Barleycorn must die [01:19.41] [01:21.34]They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in [01:26.90]Threw clouds upon his head [01:31.21] [01:35.45]And these three men made a solemn vow [01:42.50]John Barleycorn was dead [01:46.27] [02:11.04]They've let him lie for a very long time [02:17.72]Till the rains from heaven did fall [02:23.71]And little Sir John sprung up his head [02:30.08]And so amazed them all [02:34.57] [02:36.44]They've let him stand till midsummer's day [02:41.75]Till he looked both pale and wan [02:50.04]And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard [02:57.04]And so become a man [03:02.34] [03:24.55]They've hired men with the scythes so sharp [03:30.92]To cut him off at the knee [03:35.41] [03:36.53]They've rolled him and tied him by the way [03:41.28] [03:42.71]Serving him most barbarously [03:49.26]They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks [03:53.88]Who pricked him to the heart [03:58.12] [04:01.74]And the loader he has served him worse than that [04:06.98] [04:07.98]For he's bound him to the cart [04:13.72] [04:35.00]They've wheeled him around and around the field [04:39.93] [04:41.18]Till they came unto a barn [04:44.61] [04:46.80]And there they made a solemn oath [04:53.16]On poor John Barleycorn [04:57.16] [04:58.78]They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks [05:03.90]To cut him skin from bone [05:11.77]And the miller he has served him worse than that [05:17.39]For he's ground him between two stones [05:22.30] [05:44.89]And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl [05:51.01]And he's brandy in the glass [05:56.34]And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl [06:02.96]Proved the strongest man at last [06:08.01]The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox [06:12.88]Nor so loudly to blow his horn [06:20.99]And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot [06:27.67]Without a little Barleycorn