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| Member Join Date: May 2005 Location: brooklyn, new york
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| i "googled" John Barleycorn....."Ballard of J.B."''''''''''''''''' here's the link........... http://www.pokkettz.demon.co.uk/barleycorn/about.html The Ballad Of John Barleycorn There was three men come out of the West Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die. They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in Throwing clods all on his head And these three men made a solemn vow John barleycorn was Dead. They've left him in the ground for a very long time Till the rains from heaven did fall Then little Sir John's sprung up his head And so amazed them all They've left him in the ground till the Midsummer Till he's grown both pale and wan Then little Sir John's grown a long, long beard And so become a man. They hire'd men with their scythes so sharp To cut him off at the knee. They've bound him and tied him around the waist Serving him most barb'rously. They hire'd men with their sharp pitch-forks To ***** him to the heart But the drover he served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart. They've rolled him around and around the field Till they came unto a barn And there they made a solemn mow Of Little Sir John Barleycorn They've hire'd men with their crab-tree sticks To strip him skin from bone But the miller, he served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones. Here's Little sir John in the nut-brown bowl And brandy in the glass But Little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl's Proved the stronger man at last For the hunts man he can't hunt the fox Nor so loudly blow his horn And the tinker, he can't mend Kettles or pots Without a little of Sir John Barleycorn. |
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| Member Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: Here Now
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| That song was one of the first great protest songs, actually. It was written at a time when England was trying to tax Scottish whiskey to such a point that it would be economically unfeasible to bring it across the border to England. This would force the locals to buy English brands, thereby contributing directly to the crown. Smuggling was a way to get around these taxes. There is a brand of Scotch called "Sheep's Dip" which got it's name from how it was smuggled. For those who don't know, sheep's dip smells horrible. The scotch was put in barrels which were then marked "Sheep's Dip". At the border the English guards were unwilling to open and inspect the barrels for this reason, and the barrels ot through. In the end, the populace won out and the tax was nullified, making whiskey (JB) "the strongest man of all". Johnnyboy |
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