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JOHN BARLEYCORN: A
(Robert Burns)
There was three into the east,
Three kings great and high,
And they hae a solemn oath
Barleycorn should die.
They took a and plough'd him down,
Put clods his head,
And hae sworn a solemn oath
John was dead.
But the cheerful came kindly on'
And began to fall;
Barleycorn got up again,
And sore 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 Autumn mild,
he grew wan and pale;
His bendin joints and head
he began to fail.
His colour more and more,
He faded into
And then his began
To their deadly rage.
taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the
They him fast upon a cart,
a rogue 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 filled up a pit
With to the brim,
They heav'd in John
There, let him or swim!
They laid him the floor,
To work him woe;
And still, as of life appear'd,
They him to and fro.
They wasted o'er a flame
The marrow of his
But a miller him worst of all,
For he crush'd him two atones.
And they hae taen his hero blood
And drank it and round;
And the more and more they drank,
joy did more abound.
John was a hero bold,
Of noble
For if you do but his blood,
'Twill make courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his
heighten all his joy:
'Twill the widow's heart to sing,
Tho the were in her eye.
let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a in hand;
And may his great
Ne'er in old Scotland!
TUNE: me beyond thee
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