John Barleycorn


2024-09-20 19:44

Traffic John Barleycorn歌词

There were three men came out of the West, Their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn must die. They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in, Threw clods upon his head, And these three men made a sole