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His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age ;
To show their deadly rage.
They took a weapon long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee ; Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgery.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgel'd him full sore ;
And turn'd him o'er and o'er.
They fill'd up then a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
To let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him further 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 have taken his very heart's blood,
And drunk it round and round: And so farewell, John Barleycorn!
Thy fate thou now hast found.
In our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood,
I am mistress, no mother have I;
And kind is my lover, hard by :
Both woodmen, my father and Joe; Where I've listen’d whole hours to the echo that made
So much of a laugh or— -Hallo!
basket at noon they expect their supply, And with joy from my threshold I spring; For the woodlands I love, and the oaks waving high,
And Echo that sings as I sing.
As I call the dear name of my Joe;
And my heart leaps to hear the_ Hallo!
Simple flowers of the grove, little birds live at ease,
I wish not to wander from you ;
For I know that my Joe will be true.
HOPE AND LOVE.
One day, through Fancy's telescope,
Set out in search of Pleasure:
Each was the other's banker;
her brother's bow,
They rambled on o'er vale and hill,
They pass’d by cot and tower;
Through sunshine and through shower:
For climate or for weather ?
On which they gazed together.