doomsday_disco Report post Posted Friday at 04:39 PM There was three men come out o’ the west their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die, They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, throwed clods upon his head, And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn was dead. Barley, beer, blood, and whiskey. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
