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L-d, Ise hae sportin by an' by,
For my gow'd guinea ; Tho' I should herd the buckskin kye
For't in Virginia.
Trowth, they had muckle for to blame ! 'Twas neither broken wing nor limb, But twa-three draps about the wame
*Scarce thro' the feathers ; An' baith a yellow George to claim,
An' thole their blethers!
It pits me ay as mad's a hare ;
When time's expedient: Meanwhile I am, respected Sir,
Your most obedient.
Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a folemn oath,
John Barleycorn should dię.
Put clods upon his head,
John Barleycorn was dead.
And show'rs began to fall;
* This is partly composed on the plan of an old song koown by the same name.
John Barleycorn got up again,
And he grew thick and strong,
When he grew wan and pale ;
VII. They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
And cudgeld him full fore;
With water to the bring ;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
To work him farther woe,
The marrow of his bones ;
heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound,
XIII. John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise.
XIV. 'Twill make a man forget his woe;
"Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to fing,
Tho' the tear was in her eye.