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JOHN BARLEYCORN: A
(Robert Burns)
There was three into the east,
kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn
John Barleycorn die.
They took a and plough'd him down,
Put clods his head,
And they hae a solemn oath
Barleycorn was dead.
But the Spring came kindly on'
And began to fall;
John got up again,
And surpris'd them all.
The suns of Summer came,
And he thick and strong:
His head weel wi pointed spears,
no one should him wrong.
The Autumn enter'd mild,
he grew wan and pale;
His joints and drooping head
Show'd he to fail.
His colour more and more,
He faded into
And his enemies began
To show deadly rage.
They've a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the
They ty'd him fast a cart,
Like a for forgerie.
They laid him down his back,
And cudgell'd him sore.
They hung him up the storm,
And turn'd him and o'er.
filled up a darksome pit
With to the brim,
They heav'd in Barleycorn-
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 his very hero blood
And it round and round;
And still the more and they drank,
joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a bold,
Of noble
For if you do but his blood,
make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his
'Twill heighten all his
'Twill make the heart to sing,
Tho the tear in her eye.
Then let us John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in
And may his posterity
fail in old Scotland!
TUNE: me beyond thee
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