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