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JOHN BARLEYCORN
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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 ploughd 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 showrs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surprisd them all.

Theyve taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgelld him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turned him oer and oer.

And they hae taen his very hearts blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Neer fail in old Scotland!