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JOHN A BALLAD
(Robert Burns)
There was three into the east,
Three both great and high,
And hae sworn a solemn oath
Barleycorn should die.
They took a plough and him down,
Put clods his head,
And they hae sworn a oath
John was dead.
But the cheerful came kindly on'
And show'rs began to
John got up again,
And sore surpris'd all.
The suns of Summer came,
And he grew and strong:
His head weel arm'd wi spears,
That no one him wrong.
The sober Autumn mild,
When he grew wan and
His joints and drooping head
Show'd he to fail.
His colour sicken'd and more,
He faded age;
And then his enemies
To their deadly rage.
They've taen a weapon, and sharp,
And cut him by the
ty'd him fast upon a cart,
Like a for forgerie.
They laid him upon his back,
And him full sore.
They hung him up the storm,
And him o'er and o'er.
filled up a darksome pit
With to the brim,
heav'd in John Barleycorn-
There, let him or swim!
They laid him the floor,
To him farther woe;
And still, as signs of appear'd,
They him to and fro.
They wasted o'er a scorching
The marrow of his
But a us'd him worst of all,
For he him between two atones.
And they hae taen his very blood
And it round 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,
make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man his woe;
'Twill heighten all his
'Twill make the heart to sing,
Tho the were in her eye.
let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in
And may his posterity
fail in old Scotland!
TUNE: Lull me beyond
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