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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 !
No. 333. When Januar' wind was blawin cauld.
Tune: The lass that made the bed to me, Scots Musical Mus. 1796, No. 448.
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.