3 The battle-that with horror grim, Had scuppers drench'd with human gore, When Jack, to his companions dear, "If you loves I as I loves you, 4 The voyage-that had been long and hard, That brought each sailor to his friend, When Jack, his toils and perils o'er, ́ IV. THE NEW SIR JOHN BARLEYCORN. 1 THE Barleycorns throughout our isle Are a numerous family, And, if thou'It listen for a while, Their fame my theme shall be. 2 But of that branch I tell alone, Which in a village fair, For truth and honesty were known 3 John Barleycorn, of whom I speak, And none could say, e'en in a freak, 4 The Clergyman, the Justice too, Familiarly, John was so true, Would take him by the hand. 5 Plump in his make, in russet coat, When of ripe age, you well might note 6 John's master said he was so pleas'd So much his toils and cares he'd eas'd, 7 Ten acres of new-broken land He did assign him then, And said there waited his command His horses, carts and men. 8 In this new situation John Began to thrive amain, A num'rous family anon The land did well maintain. 9 The sun, the wind, the rain and dew, All seem'd as for them giv'n, And, while in health and strength they grew, They rais'd their heads to Heav'n. H 10 Meanwhile his master, still intent 11 The village all, with joy elate 12 Here John, beneath his master's eye, His master could his faults espy, But all his virtues felt. 13 The richest ears have still their straw, Its chaff the fairest grain, With chastening hand he'd vice withdraw, And virtue would retain. 14 Thenceforth was John a better wight, Of greater worth confest ; In his own phrase, he was clean dight, 15 At length a flood assail'd good John, 16 Without a figure I would say, 17 But this indulgence, it is said, 18 Another truth is, as I've heard, 19 A fire, then, both fierce and strong, In threat'ning aspect rose, But, timely quench'd, there nought was wrong, |