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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>John Barleycorn: A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was three kings unto the east, <br>Three kings both great and high, <br>And they hae sworn a solemn oath <br>John Barleycorn should die. <br> <br>They took a plough and plough'd him down, <br>Put clods upon his head, <br>And they hae sworn a solemn oath <br>John Barleycorn was dead. <br> <br>But the cheerful Spring came kindly on, <br>And show'rs began to fall; <br>John Barleycorn got up again, <br>And sore surpris'd them all. <br> <br>The sultry suns of Summer came, <br>And he grew thick and strong; <br>His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears, <br>That no one should him wrong. <br> <br>The sober Autumn enter'd mild, <br>When he grew wan and pale; <br>His bending joints and drooping head <br>Show'd he bagan to fail. <br> <br>His colour sicken'd more and more, <br>He faded into age; <br>And then his enemies began <br>To show their deadly rage. <br> <br>They've taen a weapon, long and sharp, <br>And cut him by the knee; <br>Then tied him fast upon a cart, <br>Like a rogue for forgerie. <br> <br>They laid him down upon his back, <br>And cudgell'd him full sore; <br>They hung him up before the storm, <br>And turn'd him o'er and o'er. <br> <br>They filled up a darksome pit <br>With water to the brim; <br>They heaved in John Barleycorn, <br>There let him sink or swim. <br> <br>They laid him out upon the floor, <br>To work him further woe; <br>And still, as signs of life appear'd, <br>They toss'd him to and fro. <br> <br>They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, <br>The marrow of his bones; <br>But a miller us'd him worst of all, <br>For he crush'd him between two stones. <br> <br>And they hae taen his very heart's blood, <br>And drank it round and round; <br>And still the more and more they drank, <br>Their joy did more abound. <br> <br>John Barleycorn was a hero bold, <br>Of noble enterprise; <br>For if you do but taste his blood, <br>'Twill make your courage rise. <br> <br>'Twill make a man forget his woe; <br>'Twill heighten all his joy; <br>'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, <br>Tho' the tear were in her eye. <br> <br>Then let us toast John Barleycorn, <br>Each man a glass in hand; <br>And may his great posterity <br>Ne'er fail in old Scotland!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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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 
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