John Barleycorn: A Ballad

john barley: a ballad

there was three kings into the east,

three kings both great and high,

and they hae sworn a solemn oath

john barley should die.

they took a plough and plough'd him down,

put clods upon his head,

and they hae sworn a solemn oath

john barley was dead.

but the cheerful spring came kindly on,

and show'rs began to fall;

john barley got up again,

and sore surpris'd them all.

the sultry suns of summer came,

and he grew thid strong;

his head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,

that no one should him wrong.

the sober autumer'd mild,

when he grew ale;

his bending joints and drooping head

show'd he began to fail.

his colour si'd more and more,

he faded into age;

and then his enemies

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