VII. They've taen a weapon, long and sharp, And cut him by the knee; Then ty'd him fast upon a cart, Like a rogue for forgerie. VIII. They laid him down upon his back, IX. They filled up a darksome pit They heaved in John Barleycorn, X. They laid him out upon the floor, XI. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones. XII. And they hae taen his very heart's blood, XIII. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, For if you do but taste his blood, "Twill make your courage rise. XIV. "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. XV. Then let us toast John Barleycorn, And may his great posterity. When Guilford good our pilot stood, Then up they gat the maskin-pat, II. Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes, III. Poor Tammy Gage within a cage "Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe For Philadelphia, man: Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin IV. Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip, V. Then Montague, an' Guilford too, And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure, Nae mercy had at a', man; An' Charley Fox threw by the box, VI. Then Rockingham took up the game; Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise, For North an' Fox united stocks, An' bore him to the wa', man. VII. Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes," He swept the stakes awa', man, "Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race, Led him a sair faux pas, man: The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads, VIII. Behind the throne then Grenville's gone, An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith, (Inspired bardies saw, man,) Wi' kindling eyes cry'd, "Willie, rise! IX. But, word and blow, North, Fox, and Co. An' Caledon threw by the drone, An' did her whittle draw, man; It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to Annie: The time flew by wi' tentless heed, "Till 'tween the late and early; Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed To see me thro' the barley. II. The sky was blue, the wind was still, I ken't her heart was a' my ain; I kiss'd her owre and owre again III. I lock'd her in my fond embrace; But by the moon and stars so bright, IV. I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear; Tho' three times doubl'd fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley. CHORUS. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, |