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JOHN BARLEYCORN: A
(Robert Burns)
was three kings into the east,
Three kings both and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn
Barleycorn should die.
They a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods his head,
And they hae a solemn oath
John was dead.
But the cheerful came kindly on'
And show'rs began to
Barleycorn got up again,
And surpris'd them all.
The sultry suns of came,
And he grew thick and
His head weel wi pointed spears,
That no one him wrong.
The sober enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and
His bendin and drooping head
Show'd he to fail.
His colour more and more,
He faded into
And then his enemies
To show deadly rage.
taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the
They ty'd him fast a cart,
Like a for forgerie.
laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him sore.
They hung him up the storm,
And turn'd him and o'er.
They filled up a pit
With to the brim,
They heav'd in John
There, let him or swim!
They laid him the floor,
To him farther woe;
And still, as signs of appear'd,
toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted o'er a scorching
The of his bones;
But a miller him worst of all,
For he crush'd him two atones.
And they hae taen his very blood
And it round and round;
And still the and more they drank,
joy did more abound.
John was a hero bold,
Of enterprise;
For if you do but his blood,
'Twill make your rise.
make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his
'Twill make the widow's to sing,
Tho the tear in her eye.
let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in
And may his great
fail in old Scotland!
TUNE: Lull me beyond
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