As I can't find it in the DT, I'll post the lyrics:
THE BARLEYCORN - Traditional
There were three farmers in the north, as they were passin´ by
They swore an oath, a mighty oath, that barleycorn should die
On of them said "we drown him" and the other said "hang him high",
For whoever will stick to the barley grain, a beggin´ he will die.
They put poor barley into a sack of a cold and rainy day,
And they took him off to the cullin´ fields and burnt him in the clay,
The frost and snow began to melt, and the dew began to fall,
The barley grain put up his head and he soon surprised them all.
Bein´ in the summer season and the harvest coming on,
The reaper and the binder came and cut poor barley down,
The farmer came with his pitchfork and pierced me thru´ the heart
Like a thief a rogue or a highwayman they tied me to the cart.
They thrashed me, and they steeped me, and they dried me in the kiln,
They used me ten times worse than that, they ground me in the mill,
They used me in the kitchen, they used me in the hall,
They used me in the parlour among the ladies all.
Oh! the barleycorn is a comical grain, it makes men sigh and moan
But when they drink a glass or two they forget their wives at home.
The drunkard he´s a terrible man he used me worst of all
He drank me up from his dirty paw and pissed me against the wall.