Complete Songs Of Robert Burns - online book
360+ songs with lyrics, sheet music, historical notes & glossary.
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IX. MISCELLANEOUS |
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They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim ; They heaved in John Barleycorn,—
There, let him sink or swim !
They laid him out 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 used him worst of all, For he crush'd him 'tween two stones.
And they hae taen his very heart's 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 ! |
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No. 333. When Januar' wind was blawin cauld.
Tune: The lass that made the bed to me, Scots Musical Mus. 1796, No. 448. |
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When Januar' wind was blawin cauld,
As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day. By my gude luck a maid I met
Just in the middle o' my care; And kindly she did me invite
To walk into a chamber fair. I bow'd fu' low unto this maid,
And thank'd her for her courtesie; I bow'd fu' low unto this maid,
An' bade her mak a bed to me. |
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