IX

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn-
There, let him sink or swim!

X

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.

XI

They wasted o'er a scorching flame
The marrow of his bones;

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, And drank it round and round;

And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound.

XIII

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;

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.

Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes,

I wat he was na slaw, man;
Down Lowrie's Burn he took a turn,

And Carleton did ca', man:
But yet, whatreck, he at Quebec

Montgomery-like did fa', man,

Wi' sword in hand, before his band,
Amang his en'mies a', man.

III

Poor Tammy Gage within a cage

Was kept at Boston-ha', man;

Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe

For Philadelphià, man;

Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin

Guid Christian bluid to draw, man; But at New-York wi' knife an' fork

Sir-Loin he hacked sma', man.

what matter

hill

IV

Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,

Till Fraser brave did fa', man;

Then lost his way, ae misty day,

In Saratoga shaw, man.

Cornwallis fought as lang's he dought,

An' did the buckskins claw, man; But Clinton's glaive frae rust to save, He hung it to the wa', man.

wood

could
[Notes]

obstinate; fight thwart

let loose

Then Montague, an' Guilford too,

Began to fear a fa', man;

And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure
The German chief to thraw, man:
For Paddy Burke, like onie Turk,
Nae mercy had at a', man;
An' Charlie Fox threw by the box,
An' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man.

VI

Then Rockingham took up the game,
Till death did on him ca', man;
When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,
Conform to gospel law, man:

Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,

They did his measures thraw, man;

For North an' Fox united stocks,

An' bore him to the wa,' man.

cheers

worst

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,

On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
An' Scotland drew her pipe an' blew :
'Up, Willie, waur them a', man!'

VIII

Behind the throne then Granville's gone,

A secret word or twa, man ;

While slee Dundas arous'd the class

Be-north the Roman wa', man:

sly

North of

An' Chatham's wraith, in heav'nly graith,

garb

(Inspired bardies saw, man),

Wi' kindling eyes, cry'd: 'Willie, rise!
Would I hae fear'd them a', man?'

IX

But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co.
Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man,

Till Suthron raise an' coost their claise

Behind him in a raw, man:
An' Caledon threw by the drone,

An' did her whittle draw, man ;

An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' bluid,

To mak it guid in law, man.

golfed

rose; cast; clothes

bagpipes

blade

MY NANIE, O

I

BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows
'Mang moors an' mosses many, Ó,
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nanie, O.