There (Am)were three farmes (Em)in the north
As (Am)they were (Em)passing (Am)by
They (C)swore an oath a (G)mighty
oath
That (Am)Barley(Em)corn should (Am)die
(C)One of them said (G)drown him
And the (Am)other said (G)hang him
(Am)high
For whoever will stick to (Em)Barleygrain
A-(Am)begging that (Em)he will (Am)die
With me (C)fal-la-la-the-dee,
(G)Toor-a-lay,
A-(Am)begging that (Em)he will (Am)die
(Am)They put poor Barley in(Em)to a sack
On a (Am)cold and (Em)rainy (Am)day
And (C)brought him up to (G)culm
fields
And (Am)buried him in (Em)the (Am)clay
(C)Frost and snow be(G)gan to melt
And the (Am)dew be(G)gan to (Am)fall
Then
Barleygrain put (Em)up his head
And he (Am)soon sur(Em)prised them (Am)all
With me (C)fal-la-la-the-dee, (G)Toor-a-lay,
And
he (Am)soon sur(Em)prised them (Em)all
(Am)Being in the (Em)summer season
And the (Am)harvest (Em)coming (Am)on
Is the (C)time he stands up (G)in
the field
With his (Am)beard like (Em)any (Am)man
The (C)reaper then came (G)with his sickle
And (Am)used me (G)barberous(Am)ly
Oh
he cut me by the (Em)middle so small
And he (Am)cut me a(Em)bove the (Am)knee
With me (C)fal-la-la-the-dee, (G)Toor-a-lay,
And
he (Am)cut me a(Em)bove the (Am)knee
The (Am)next came was the (Em)binder
And he (Am)looked at (Em)me with a (Am)frown
But (C)in the middle there
(G)was a thistle
Which (Am)pulled his (Em)courage (Am)down
The (C)farmer came with (G)his pitch fork
And (Am)pierced
me (G)to the (Am)heart
Like a thief, a rouge or a (Em)highwayman
They (Am)tied me (Em)to the (Am)cart
With me (C)fal-la-la-the-dee,
(G)Toor-a-lay,
They (Am)tied me (Em)to the (Am)cart
The (Am)thresher came with (Em)his big flail
And (Am)soon he (Em)broke my (Am)bones
Could (C)grieve the heart
of (G)any man
To h(Am)ear my (Em)sighs and (Am)moans
The (C)next thing that they've (G)done to me
They (Am)steeped
me (G)in the (Am)well
And they left me there for a (Em)day and a night
Un(Am)til I be(Em)gan to (Am)swell
With me
(C)fal-la-la-the-dee, (G)Toor-a-lay,
Un(Am)til I be(Em)gan to (Am)swell
And the (Am)next thing that they've (Em)done to me
They (Am)dried me (Em)in the (Am)kiln
They (C)used me ten
times (G)worse than that
They (Am)ground me (Em)in the (Am)mill
They (C)used me in the (G)kitchen
They (Am)used me
(G)in the (Am)hall oh
They used me in the (Em)parlour
A(Am)mong the (Em)ladies' (Am)all
With me (C)fal-la-la-the-dee,
(G)Toor-a-lay,
A(Am)mong the (Em)ladies' (Am)all
The (Am)Barleygrain is a (Em)comical grain
It (Am)makes men (Em)sigh and (Am)moan
But (C)when they take a
(G)glass or two
They for(Am)get their (Em)wives at (Am)home
The (C)drunkard is a (G)dirty man
He (Am)used me (G)worst
of (Am)all
Oh he drank me up in his (Em)dirty mouth
And he (Am)tumbled a(Em)gainst the (Am)wall
With me (C)fal-la-la-the-dee,
(G)Toor-a-lay,
And he (Am)tumbled a(Em)gainst the (Am)wall
