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