Irish Song Lyrics 
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Barly Corn 
There was three farmers in the North, As they were passing by, They swore an oath a mighty oath That Barley corn should die, One of them said drown him And the other said hang him high, For whoever will stick to barley grain A-begging he will die, With me fal-la-la-the-dee, Toor-a-lay, A-begging he will die. 

2. They put poor barley into a sack Of a cold and rainy day, And brought him off to culm fields And burned him in the clay. Frost and snow began to melt And the dew began to fall, When barley grain put up his head And soon surprised them all. With me fal-la-la-the-dee, Toor-a-lay, And soon surprised them all. 

3. Being in the summer season And the harvest coming on It's the time he stands up in the field With a beard like any man. The reaper then came with his hook And used me barbarously, He caught me by the middle so small And cut me above the knee. With me fal-la-la-the-dee, Toor-a-lay, And cut me above the knee.

 4. The next came was the binder And look'd on me with a frown But in the middle there was a thistle That pulled his courage down. The farmer came with his pitchfork And pierced me to the heart Like a thief, a rogue or highwayman, They tied me to the cart. With me fal-la-la-the-dee, Toor-a-lay, They tied me to the cart. 

5. The trasher came with his big flail And soon he broke my bones, 'Twould grieve the heart of any man To hear my sighs and groans, The next thing that they done to me They steep'd me in a well They left me there for a day and a night Until I began to swell. With me fal-la-la-the-dee, Toor-a-lay, Until I began to swell. 

6. The next thing that they done to me They dried me in a kiln They used me ten times worse than that, They ground me in a mill 
They used me in the kitchen, They used me in the hall They used me in the parlour, Among the ladies all. With me fal-la-la-the-dee, Toor-a-lay, Among the ladies all. 
7. The barley grain is a comical grain It makes men sigh and moan, For when they take a glass or two They forget their wife and home, The drunkard is a dirty man He used me worse than all He drank me up in his dirty maw And tumbled against the wall. With me fal-la-la-the-dee, Toor-a-lay, And tumbled against the wall.