There was three kings into the east,|
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.
2. They took a plough and plough'd him down,
3. But the cheerful Spring came kindly on'
4. The sultry suns of Summer came,
5. The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
6. His colour sicken'd more and more,
7. They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
8. 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.
9. They filled up a darksome pit
10. They laid him upon the floor,
11. They wasted o'er a scorching flame
12. And they hae taen his very hero blood
13. John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
14. 'Twill make a man forget his woe;
15. Then let us toast John Barleycorn,|
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!
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