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JOHN A BALLAD
(Robert Burns)
There was three kings the east,
Three kings great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn
John should die.
They took a plough and him down,
Put clods his head,
And they hae sworn a oath
Barleycorn 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 thick and strong:
His weel arm'd wi pointed spears,
no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn mild,
he grew wan and pale;
His bendin and drooping head
he began to fail.
His colour more and more,
He faded age;
And then his began
To show their rage.
They've a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the
They him fast upon a cart,
Like a for forgerie.
laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him sore.
They him up before the storm,
And him o'er and o'er.
filled up a darksome 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 of life appear'd,
toss'd him to and fro.
They o'er 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 blood
And drank it and round;
And still the more and they drank,
joy did more abound.
John was a hero bold,
Of noble
For if you do but his blood,
make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man his woe;
'Twill heighten all his
'Twill the widow's heart to sing,
Tho the tear in her eye.
Then let us John Barleycorn,
Each man a in hand;
And may his great
Ne'er in old Scotland!
TUNE: me beyond thee
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