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There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high, it An' they hae sworn a solemn oath, S.
John Barleycorn should die. 405801 15131
But the cheerful spring came kindly on, 4T
And show'rs began to fall; wid down John Barleycorn got up again, ne bo
And sore surpris’d them all. s ro vilt
The sultry suns of summer came,
And he grew thick and strong,
That no one should him wrong.
The sober autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale ;
Show'd he began to fail.
His colour sicken’d more and more,
He faded into age ;
To shew their deadly rage.
They've ta'en a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee; Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgeld him full sore;
And turn’d him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
There let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe,
They toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
For he crush'd him between two stones.
And they hae ta'en his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
'Twill make your courage rise.
"Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy: 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand; And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland.
1 This is partly composed on the plan of an old song known by the A FRAGMENT.
When Guilford good our pilot stood,
And did our hellim thraw, man,
Within America, man:
And in the sea did jaw, man;
Than quite refuse our law, man.
Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes,
I wat he wasna slaw, man;
And Carleton did ca', man:
Montgomery-like did fa', man,
Amang his en’mies a', man.
Poor Tammy Gage, within a cage
Was kept at Boston ha', man;
For Philadelphia, man:
Guid christian blood to draw, man; But at New-York, wi' knife an' fork,
Sir-loin he hacked sma', man.
Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
Till Fraser brave did fa', man;
In Saratoga shaw, man.
An' did the buckskins claw, man;
He hung it to the wa', man.
Then Montague, an' Guilford too,
Began to fear a fa', man; And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure,
The German chief to thraw, man: For paddy Burke, like ony Turk,' '
Nae mercy had at a', man; An' Charlie Fox threw by the box, "
An' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man..
Then Rockingham took up the game;
Till death did on him ca', man ;
Conform to gospel law, man;
They did his measures thraw, man;
An' bore him to the wa', man.
Then clubs and hearts were Charlie's cartes,
He swept the stakes awa', man,
Led him a sair faux pas, man:
On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
• Up, Willie, waur them a', man !