I'll wager a hat full of guineas
Against all the songs you can sing
That some day you'll love
And the next day you'll lose
And winter will turn into spring

And the snow falls, the wind calls
The year turns round again
And like Barleycorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again

And there will come a time of great plenty
A time of good harvest and sun
'Til then put your trust in tomorrow, my friend
For yesterday's over and done

Ploughed, sown, reaped, and mown
The year turns round again
And like Barleycorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again

Phoebe arise, a gleam in her eyes
And the year turns round again
And like Barleycorn who rose from the grave
A new year will rise up again