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JOHN BARLEYCORN.

His colour sicken'd more and more,

He faded into age ;
And then his enemies began

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 ;
They hung him up before the storm,

And turn'd him o'er and o'er.

They fill'd up then a darksome pit

With water to the brim,
And heaved in poor John Barleycorn,

To let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,

To work him further woe;
And still, as signs of life appear’d,

They toss'd him to and fro.

They wasted o'er a scorching flame

The marrow of his bones;
But the miller used him worst of all,

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.

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In our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood,

I am mistress, no mother have I;
Yet blithe are my days, for my father is good,

And kind is my lover, hard by :
. They both work together beneath the green shade,

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!

From

my

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.
Though deep shades delight me, yet love is my food,

As I call the dear name of my Joe;
His musical shout is the pride of the wood,

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 ;
I'll still dwell beneath the deep roar of your trees,

For I know that my Joe will be true.

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HOPE AND LOVE.

One day, through Fancy's telescope,
Which is

my

richest treasure,
I saw, dear Susan, Love and Hope

Set out in search of Pleasure:
All mirth and smiles I saw them go;

Each was the other's banker;
For Hope took up

her brother's bow,
And Love, his sister's anchor.

They rambled on o'er vale and hill,

They pass’d by cot and tower;
Through summer's glow and winter's chill,

Through sunshine and through shower:
But what did those fond playmates care

For climate or for weather ?
All scenes to them were bright and fair,

On which they gazed together.

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