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II.

They took a plough and plow'd him down,

Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a folemn oath

John Barleycorn was dead.

III.

But the chearful Spring came kindly on,

And show'rs began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again,

And fore surpris'd them all.

IV.

The sultry suns of Summer came,

And he grew thick and strong,

His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,

That no one should him wrong.

V.

The fober Autumn enter'd mild,

When he grew wan and pale ;
His bending joints and drooping head

Show'd he began to fail.

VI.

His colour ficken'd more and more,

He faded into age ;
And then his enemies began

To show their deadly rage.

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VII.

They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee ;

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Then ty'd him fast upon a cart,

Like a rogue for forgerie.

VIII.

They laid him down upon his back,

And cudgell’d him full sore; They hung him up before the storm,

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

IX.

They filled up a darksome pit

With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn,

There let him sink or swim.

X.

They laid him out upon the floor,

To work him farther woe,

And

And still, as signs of life appear’d,

They toss'd him to and fro.

XI.

They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,

The marrow of his bones;
But a Miller us'd him worst of all,

For he crush'd him between two stones.

XII.

And they hae taen his very 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

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 were in her eye.

XV.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,

Each man a glass in hand; And may his great pofterity

Ne'er fail in old Scotland !

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