00:00 - I'd love to stand up. - Oh, I'd love to stand up.
00:02 You might have a glimmer of nose on you.
00:07 It's quite a preparation, this.
00:10 It's called Barleycorn, and it's one of the man's who, John Tams, who could sing it wonderfully well.
00:18 It's as good as I can get it.
00:23 Cruel winter cuts through like the reaper, the old year lies withered and slain.
00:31 And like barleycorn who rose from the grave, a new year will rise up again.
00:40 And the snow falls, the wind calls, the year turns round again.
00:50 And like barleycorn who rose from the grave, a new year will rise up again.
00:58 And I'll wager a hat full of guineas against all of the songs you can sing.
01:06 That someday you'll love, and the next day you'll lose, and winter will turn into spring.
01:16 Clouds soar, reaped and mown, the year turns round again.
01:24 And like barleycorn who rose from the grave, a new year will rise up again.
01:32 I will garland a bonnet of daisies to crown you the Queen of the May.
01:42 And all shall behold, the seasons unfold, as surely as night follows day.
01:50 Phoebe, arise, a gleam in her eyes, the year turns round again.
01:59 And like barleycorn who rose from the grave, a new year will rise up again.
02:09 There will come a time of great plenty, a time of good harvest and sun.
02:16 Till then, put your trust in tomorrow, my friend, for yesterday's over and done.
02:25 And the snow falls, the wind calls, the year turns round again.
02:35 And like barleycorn who rose from the grave, a new year will rise up again.
02:45 [applause]
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