John Barleycorn
Let me tell a tale of my father's kin
For his blood runs through my veins
No man's been born that could best John Barleycorn
For he's suffered many pains
He's suffered many pains
We've buried him well beneath the ground
And they've covered over his head
And these men from the west did solemnly attest
John Barleycorn was dead
John Barleycorn was dead
But the warm spring rains came a-pouring down
And John Barleycorn arose
And upon that ground he stood without a sound
Till he began to grow
Till he began to grow
They've hired a man with a knife so sharp
For to cut him through the knees
And they've pitched Barleycorn and tied him down with thorn
And served him barbarously
They've served him barbarously
And they've hired some men with crabtree sticks
For to beat him high and low
And the skin on his back they then began to smack
Till the place began to blow
The place began to blow
And they've ground his bones in between two stones
And they've served him worse than that
For they've tossed him into an oaken mashing bin
And sealed him in a vat
They've sealed him in a vat
But John Barleycorn proved the stoutest man
Though they did all that they could
So raise up your horn and praise to Barleycorn
And we shall drink his blood
Yes, we shall drink his blood!
Juan Cebada
Déjame contar la historia de la familia de mi padre
Porque su sangre corre por mis venas
Ningún hombre ha nacido que pudiera vencer a Juan Cebada
Pues ha sufrido muchos dolores
Ha sufrido muchos dolores
Lo hemos enterrado bien bajo la tierra
Y han cubierto su cabeza
Y estos hombres del oeste atestiguaron solemnemente
Que Juan Cebada estaba muerto
Juan Cebada estaba muerto
Pero las cálidas lluvias de primavera cayeron
Y Juan Cebada se levantó
Y en esa tierra se quedó sin hacer ruido
Hasta que comenzó a crecer
Hasta que comenzó a crecer
Contrataron a un hombre con un cuchillo afilado
Para cortarlo por las rodillas
Y lanzaron a Cebada y lo ataron con espinas
Y lo sirvieron cruelmente
Lo sirvieron cruelmente
Y contrataron a algunos hombres con palos de manzano
Para golpearlo de arriba abajo
Y la piel de su espalda comenzaron a golpear
Hasta que el lugar comenzó a inflamarse
El lugar comenzó a inflamarse
Y molieron sus huesos entre dos piedras
Y lo sirvieron peor que eso
Pues lo arrojaron a un recipiente de roble
Y lo sellaron en una cuba
Lo sellaron en una cuba
Pero Juan Cebada demostró ser el hombre más resistente
Aunque hicieron todo lo que pudieron
Así que levanten sus cuernos y alaben a Juan Cebada
Y beberemos su sangre
¡Sí, beberemos su sangre!