Burns Robert - John Barleycorn A Ballad Lyrics

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John barleycorn: a ballad

(robert burns)

There was three kings into the east

three kings both great and high

And they hae sworn a solemn oath

john barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough'd him down

put clods upon his head

And they hae sworn a solemn oath

john barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful spring came kindly on'

and show'rs began to fall;

John barleycorn got up again

and sore surpris'd them all.

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.

The sober autumn enter'd mild

when he grew wan and pale;

His bendin joints and drooping head

show'd he began to fail.

His colour sicken'd more and more

he faded into age;

And then his enemies began

to show their deadly rage.

They've taen a weapon long and sharp

and cut him by the knee;

They ty'd him fast upon a cart

like a rogue for forgerie.

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.

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They filled up a darksome pit

with water to the brim

They heav'd in john barleycorn-

there let him sink or swim!

They laid him upon the floor

to work him farther 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 a miller us'd him worst of all

for he crush'd him between two atones.

And they hae taen his very hero blood

and drank it round and round;

And still the more and more they drank

their joy did more abound.

John barleycorn was a hero bold

of noble enterprise;

For if you do but taste his blood

'twill make your courage rise.

'twill make a man forget his woe;

'twill heighten all his joy:

'twill make the widow's heart to sing

tho the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast john barleycorn

each man a glass in hand;

And may his great posterity

ne'er fail in old scotland!

Tune: lull me beyond thee

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