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JOHN BARLEYCORN: A
(Robert Burns)
There was kings into the east,
Three both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn
John should die.
They took a and plough'd him down,
Put upon his head,
And they hae a solemn oath
John was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came on'
And began to fall;
John got up again,
And sore them all.
The sultry of Summer came,
And he grew and strong:
His head arm'd wi pointed spears,
That no one him wrong.
The Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and
His joints and drooping head
Show'd he to fail.
His colour sicken'd and more,
He faded into
And his enemies began
To their deadly rage.
taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the
ty'd him fast upon a cart,
Like a for forgerie.
They him down upon his back,
And him full sore.
They hung him up the storm,
And him o'er and o'er.
They up a darksome pit
water to the brim,
They heav'd in Barleycorn-
There, let him or swim!
They him upon the floor,
To work him farther
And still, as of life appear'd,
toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted a scorching flame
The marrow of his
But a miller us'd him of all,
For he him between two atones.
And they hae taen his very hero
And drank it round and
And the more and more they drank,
Their joy did abound.
John was a hero bold,
Of noble
For if you do but his blood,
'Twill make courage rise.
'Twill make a man his woe;
'Twill all his joy:
'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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