john barleyrn: a bald
there was three kgs to the east,
three kgs both great and high,
and they hae sworn a len oath
john barleyrn should die
they took a plough and plough&039;d hi down,
put clods upon his head,
and they hae sworn a len oath
john barleyrn was dead
but the cheerful sprg ca kdly on,
and show&039;rs began to fall;
john barleyrn got up aga,
and re surpris&039;d the all
the sultry suns of sur ca,
and he grew thick and strong;
his head weel ar&039;d wi&039; poted spears,
that no one should hi wrong
the ber autun enter&039;d ild,
when he grew wan and pale;
his bendg jots and droopg head
show&039;d he began to fail
his lour sicken&039;d ore and ore,
he faded to a;
and then his eneies began
to show their deadly ra
they&039;ve taen a weapon, long and sharp,
and cut hi by the knee;
then tied hi fast upon a cart,
like a rogue for ferie
they id hi down upon his back,
and cudll&039;d hi full re;
they hung hi up before the stor,
and turned hi o&039;er and o&039;er
they filled up a dark pit
with water to the bri;
they heaved john barleyrn,
there let hi sk or swi
they id hi out upon the floor,
to work hi farther woe;
and still, as signs of life appear&039;d,
they toss&039;d hi to and fro
they wasted, o&039;er a srchg f,
the arrow of his bones;
but a iller &039;d hi worst of all,
for he crh&039;d hi beeen o stones
and they hae taen his very heart&039;s blood,
and drank it round and round;
and still the ore and ore they drank,
their joy did ore abound
john barleyrn was a hero bold,
of noble enterprise;
for if you do but taste his blood,
&039;ill ake your ura rise
&039;ill ake a an fet his woe;
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