In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
There were three men, came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die!
Well, they've ploughed,
They've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clouds upon his head
Till these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a long long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little sir John sprang up his head
And so amazed them all
They let him fly till the midsummer's day
Till he looked both pale and wan, oh
Then little Sir John has grown a long long beard
And so became a man
They have hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled and they tied him around the waist
Serving him most him barbarously
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
To prick him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
Well, they've wheeled him 'round and 'round the field
Till they came onto a barn
And there they made their solemn oath
Concerning a Barleycorn
They hired men with the crab tree sticks
To split him skin from bone, yeah
But the miller he has served him worst and bad
For he ground him between two stones
Well there's beer all in the barrel
And brandy in the glass,
But little old sir John with his nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
John Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!
Now the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots
Without John Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn
Barleycorn, Barleycorn
John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die!
Well, they've ploughed,
They've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clouds upon his head
Till these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a long long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little sir John sprang up his head
And so amazed them all
They let him fly till the midsummer's day
Till he looked both pale and wan, oh
Then little Sir John has grown a long long beard
And so became a man
They have hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled and they tied him around the waist
Serving him most him barbarously
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
To prick him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
Well, they've wheeled him 'round and 'round the field
Till they came onto a barn
And there they made their solemn oath
Concerning a Barleycorn
They hired men with the crab tree sticks
To split him skin from bone, yeah
But the miller he has served him worst and bad
For he ground him between two stones
Well there's beer all in the barrel
And brandy in the glass,
But little old sir John with his nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
John Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!
Now the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots
Without John Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn
Barleycorn, Barleycorn
John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn
Lyrics submitted by pablo, edited by MarshallLloyd
John Barleycorn Lyrics as written by Steve Winwood
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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It’s about beer and all alcohol distilled from barley. But more then that, about three men trying to give up drinking and failing. The song is a ballad of alcoholism not beer for beer sake. The irony of this song is that Chris Woods (traffics sax player/flutist) died of alcohol poisoning. Think about it and read the lyrics again.
To "second" your basic interpretation [@bradburyesqu:19711] , which like some others simply finds the song basically about alcoholism and its nature of alcoholism's capability with many, to represent a monumental, basically negative and harmful force and temptation that some affected--especially the ones so severely affected that they make that "solemn oath" "solemn vow" to , simply put, stop drinking--may well abusing alcohol impossible to stop. As in, at the conclusion, "John Barleycorn"--metaphor for alcohol abuse--ends up for these three and by extension of course for the many many similarly affected--that despite the uttermost pledges to abstain from alcohol, they may be unable to abstain. About some of the other wording and descriptions, it does an apparent very good job of providing the basic cultivation and harvest procedures of producing barley. But , again at least in this version, I at least--as a farmer--see another quite key theme as to the barley growing description overall: that their exists the necessity in growing barley, to proceed very carefully and with a great deal of effort, to properly grow, harvest and (for strictly healthy , food use) put barley to food use. So much so, that the author(s) of the lyrics, detail this quite carefully. And growing sound, high quality grain here, is important both because in the first place , that high quality is necessary for strictly food use, because without the result being high quality, the grain will be very hard to get high quality or even good quality strictly food use from it. This grain, and also oats, at best are less nourishing and therefore harder to get all the wanted nutrition from, than, say, wheat. Still true today; barley and oats are considered much less ideal than wheat (and probably than some other less-used, if relatively obscure, grains).<br /> Again, this need to grow barley as sound as nutritious as it's capable of being, has key significance to the overall tale: inferior quality grain would tend to be very tempting to use to make some kind of alcohol drink. About the only other practical use, at least according to my understanding,(and did I mention, that farming , and other kinds of plant growing, has been my career?), could be livestock feeding... for which in those days, I believe would rarely be done, it being under the circumstances, too low level a use considering that livestock mostly could just be pastured/fed hay.<br /> <br /> And all the care and work necessary to growing food (human) quality barely, would be another reason the three men (by implication) set out to do what they could to discourage the scenario (low quality barely result) wherein the perhaps most logical use of the result, would be to make some kind of alcohol product. Which , in their case, would make the excessive alcohol drinking, apt to be all the more apt to come up as their temptation, temptation to that so-damaging result. <br /> <br /> But, alas, their apparent herculean plan and determination to overcome their alcohol problem, unfortunately fails; they still drink and seemingly will always drink to excess: the alcohol the grain here symbolizes and they are abusing yet are determined to stop abusing--prove too strong...they lose to "John Barlycorn".
@bradburyesqu The three men conspiring at the outset, from the lyric, sound more like they are trying to make a profit. Although not specified, they could be the farmer, the miller, and the brewer / distiller. They are the ones who conspire to profit from the death of John Barleycorn. There is certainly irony in the song but if the three men at the outset are trying to give up drink, the "they" of succeeding verses make a lot less sense. It's a song about a lot of things. Not just one.