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THE Sir John Barleycorn is a hidden gem tucked away on the edge of Oughtonhead Common. It is just 5mins away from the main town off Bedford Road. Turn left at traffic lights just after Esso garage. CONSIDERED TO BE THE OLDEST 'PUBLIC HOUSE' IN HITCHIN It is a friendly, local pub that has served the community for nearly 200yrs. We are proud to be associated with the nearby teams of: HITCHIN CRICKET CLUB -hitchin.play-cricket.com BLUEHARTS HOCKEY CLUB -www.blueharts.org.uk | We are a true local community pub with all the following: DARTS - Monday Nights Quiz - Tuesdays CRIB - Thursdays in Summer DOMINOES - Thursdays in Winter THE BALLAD OF SIR JOHN BARLEYCORN. There was three men come out of the West Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die. They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in Throwing clods all on his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was Dead. They've left him in the ground for a very long time Till the rains from heaven did fall Then little Sir John's sprung up his head And so amazed them all They've left him in the ground till the Midsummer Till he's grown both pale and wan Then little Sir John's grown a long, long beard And so become a man. They hire'd men with their scythes so sharp To cut him off at the knee. They've bound him and tied him around the waist Serving him most barb'rously. They hire'd men with their sharp pitch-forks To prick him to the heart But the drover he served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart. They've rolled him around and around the field Till they came unto a barn And there they made a solemn mow Of Little Sir John Barleycorn They've hire'd men with their crab-tree sticks To strip him skin from bone But the miller, he served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones. Here's Little sir John in the nut-brown bowl And brandy in the glass But Little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl's Proved the stronger man at last For the hunts man he can't hunt the fox Nor so loudly blow his horn And the tinker, he can't mend Kettles or pots Without a little of Sir John Barleycorn. | |||||
| Sir John Barleycorn Oughtonhead Way Hitchin Herts SG5 2JZ Tel:01462 459074 Fax:- Email:sirjohnbarleycorn1@o2.co.uk Copyright © Sir John Barleycorn 2010 | ||||||
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