Then ty'd him faft upon a cart,

Like a rogue for forgerie.

VIII.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full fore;

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 fink or swim.

X.

They laid him out upon the floor,

To work him farther woe,

And

And ftill, as figns of life appear'd,
They tofs'd him to and fro.

XI.

They wafted, o'er a fcorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;

But a Miller us'd him worst of all,

For he crufh'd him between two ftones.

XII.

And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;

And ftill 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 tafte 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 toaft John Barleycorn,

Each man a glass in hand And may his great pofterity

;

Ne'er fail in old Scotland!

A

A

FRAGMENT.

Tune, CILLICRANKIE.

I.

WHEN Guilford good our Pilot stood,

An' did our hellim thraw, man.

Ae night, at tea, began a plea,

Within America, man:

Then up they gat the maskin-pat,
And in the fea did jaw, man ;
An' did nae lefs, in full Congress,

Than quite refuse our law, man.

II.

II.

Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes,

I wat he was na flaw, man;

Down Lowrie's burn he took a turn,
And C-rl-t-n did ca', man:

But yet, whatreck, he, at Quebec,

Montgomery like did fa', man,

Wi' fword in hand, before his band,
Amang his en'mies a', man.

III.

Poor Tammy G-ge within a cage
Was kept at Boston ha', man;

Till Willie H--e took o'er the knowe

For Philadelphia, man :

Wi' fword an' gun he thought a fin
Guid Chriftian blood to draw, man;

But