Robert Burns John Barleycorn A Ballad ( Davy Steele)

Lyrics 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 plough d 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 show rs began to fall; John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surpris d them all. The sultry suns of Summer came, And he grew thick and strong; His head weel arm d wi pointed spears, That no one should him wrong. The sober Autumn enter d mild, When he grew wan and pale; His bending joints and drooping head Show d he began to fail. His colour sicken d more and more, He faded into age; And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage. They ve taen a weapon, long and sharp, And cut him by the knee; Then tied him fast upon a cart, Li