Miss Barleycorn

At the dawn I hear the whistle

Looking for a jug in shake headlong

Tongue is slow and sense is tired

I remember cruel Miss Barleycorn

Welcome morning feel like mourning

Pity I was ever friggin' born

It was long and winding road now

With a dreadful sweet Miss Barleycorn

Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips

Every small tad knows her blood

Her noble neck under thumb now

Oh gorgeous woman give me your soul

Sweet pretty woman or old hag

In fancy dress or penny rags

Look into glass then taste her juice

Drain to the dregs, down with blues

In the midday Sun is tanning

Heat divides the skin from skull and bones

All I dream is her lips' freshness

Sunny day I miss Miss Barleycorn

Sorry they become too homely

Gasps of jolly sweetheart all day long

Long is day and long all 'round me

Cannot wait to kiss Miss Barleycorn

Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips

Every small tad knows her blood

Her noble neck under my thumb now

Oh my woman give me your soul

Sweet pretty woman or old hag

In fancy dress or penny rags

Look into glass then taste her juice

Drain to the dregs, down with blues

At the sunset shadows gather

Merry piper blows his heady horn

As I walk long winding road now

To my pretty li'l Miss Barleycorn

Singing crying even whispering

We will be as one till morning comes

Till her glassy cloth is empty

She'll reborn my sweet Miss Barleycorn

Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips

Every small tad knows her blood

Her noble neck under my thumb now

Oh gorgeous woman give me your soul

Sweet pretty woman or old hag

In fancy dress or penny rags

Look into glass then taste her juice

Drain to the dregs, down with blues