This is funny.
I was looking up companies that restore British Spitfire airplanes and came upon one in Duxford, England. While looking at Duxford on the map I noticed the town had a pub named “John Barleycorn”. It looks what you’d think an ancient pub would look like, see here: https://tinyurl.com/33dy3rjn

Here, you can see Steve Winwood himself, by himself, and his acoustic guitar, play this distinctive toon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8878chOvfI

I taught myself how to play this song on an old acoustic guitar more than 50 years ago, the old fashioned way, by listening to it first, on the radio, then over and over again on a cassette tape. Probably hundreds of times.

I play it with open strings but because of the tone of his voice Steve has a capo set at the 7th fret.

This is what he’s singing:

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
They’ve ploughed, they’ve sown, they’ve harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead

[Verse 3]
They’ve let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all

[Verse 4]
They’ve let him stand till Midsummer’s Day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John’s grown a long, long beard
And so become a man

[Verse 5]
They’ve hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They’ve rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously

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[Verse 6]
They’ve hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he’s bound him to the cart

[Verse 7]
They’ve wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

[Verse 8]
They’ve hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he’s ground him between two stones

[Verse 9]
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

[Verse 10]
The huntsman, he can’t hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can’t mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn

John Barleycorn (Must Die)