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<HEAD>A Plea&s;ant New Ballad, <HI>On Sir</HI> JOHN BARLEY-CORN</HEAD>
<OPENER>The Tune is: <HI>Shall I ly beyond thee.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>AS I went through the North Countrie,</L>
<L>I heard a merry meeting,</L>
<L>A plea&s;ant Toy and full of joy.</L>
<L>two Noble-man were greeting;</L>
<L>And as they walked forth to &s;port,</L>
<L>upon a Summers Day,</L>
<L>They met another Noble-man,</L>
<L>with whom they had a fray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His Name was Sir Iohn Barley-Corn,</L>
<L>be dwelt down in a Vale,</L>
<L>And had a Kin&s;man dwelt with him,</L>
<L>they call'd him Tom Good Ale,</L>
<L>Another named Sir Richard Beer,</L>
<L>was ready at that time;</L>
<L>And likewi&s;e came a bu&s;ie Peer,</L>
<L>called Sir William White-Wine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some of them fought in a black &s;ack,</L>
<L>&s;ome of them in a Can,</L>
<L>But yet the chiefe&s;t in a black Pot,</L>
<L>fought like a Nobleman.</L>
<L>Sir Barley-Corn fought in a bowl,</L>
<L>who wan the Victory,</L>
<L>Which made them all to cur&s;e and &s;wear,</L>
<L>that Barley-Corn mu&s;t die.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some &s;aid kill him, &s;ome &s;aid him drown</L>
<L>&s;ome wi&s;ht to hang him high.</L>
<L>For tho&s;e that followed Barley-Corn,</L>
<L>they &s;aid would Beggars die.</L>
<L>Then with a Plow they Plow'd him up,</L>
<L>and thus they did devi&s;e</L>
<L>To bury him within the Earth,</L>
<L>and &s;wore he &s;hould not ri&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With Harrows &s;trong they came to him</L>
<L>and bur&s;t Clods on his head,</L>
<L>A joyful Banquet then was made,</L>
<L>when Barley-Corn was dead,</L>
<L>He re&s;ted &s;till upon the Earth,</L>
<L>till rain from Sky did fall.</L>
<L>Then he grew up in branches green,</L>
<L>which &s;ore amazed them all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Increa&s;ing then till mid&s;ummer,</L>
<L>he made them all afraid:</L>
<L>For then be did &s;pring up on high,</L>
<L>and had a goodly beard.</L>
<L>When riping at St. James's time,</L>
<L>his countenance wax'd wan:</L>
<L>Yet now full grown in part of &s;trength,</L>
<L>and thus became a man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherefore with hooks and &s;ickles keen,</L>
<L>unto the fields they hy'd,</L>
<L>They cut his Legs off by the knees,</L>
<L>and Limb from Limb divide,</L>
<L>Then bloodily they cut him down,</L>
<L>from place where he did &s;tand.</L>
<L>And like a Thief for treacherie,</L>
<L>they bound him in a band.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So then they took him up again,</L>
<L>according to his kind,</L>
<L>And plac'd him up in &s;everal &s;lacks,</L>
<L>to wither with the wind,</L>
<L>Then with a Pichfork &s;harp and lang,</L>
<L>they rent him to the heart,</L>
<L>And Traitor like for Trea&s;on vile,</L>
<L>they bound him in a Cart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And tending him with Weapons &s;trong,</L>
<L>unto the Town they hie,</L>
<L>Whereas they mov'd him a mow,</L>
<L>and &s;o they let him ly.</L>
<L>They left him groaning by the walls,</L>
<L>till all his bones were &s;ore,</L>
<L>And having took him up again,</L>
<L>the<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> ca&s;t him on the floor.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And hired two with hollin Clubs,</L>
<L>and beat at him at once.</L>
<L>Who thwackt &s;o hard on Barley-Corn,</L>
<L>the fle&s;h fell from his bones.</L>
<L>Then after took him up again,</L>
<L>to plea&s;e &s;ome womens minds,</L>
<L>Yea, du&s;ted, fand'd, and &s;ifted him,</L>
<L>till he was almo&s;t blind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Full fa&s;t they knit him in a Sack,</L>
<L>which griev'd him very &s;ore,</L>
<L>And &s;oundly &s;teept him in a Fat,</L>
<L>for three days &s;pace and more.</L>
<L>From whence again they took him out,</L>
<L>and laid him forth to dry,</L>
<L>Then ca&s;t him on the Chamber floor,</L>
<L>and &s;wore that he &s;hould dy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They rub'd and &s;tir'd him up and down</L>
<L>and oft did toil and thre,</L>
<L>The Mault-Man like wi&s;e woo's his death</L>
<L>his body &s;hould be &s;ure.</L>
<L>They pul'd and <UNCLEAR>bal'd</UNCLEAR> him up in &s;pight,</L>
<L>and threw him on a Kill,</L>
<L>Yea, dry'd him or'r a &s;ire vote,</L>
<L>the more to work their will.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then to the Mill they forc'd him &s;traight,</L>
<L>wheras they brui&s;'d his bones,</L>
<L>The Miller &s;wore to murder him,</L>
<L>betwixt a pair of &s;tones,</L>
<L>The la&s;t time that they took him up,</L>
<L>they &s;erv'd him wor&s;e than that,</L>
<L>For with hot &s;calding liquor &s;tore,</L>
<L>they wa&s;ht him in a Fat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But not content with this well wot,</L>
<L>they wrought him &s;o much harm,</L>
<L>With cruel threats they promi&s;e next</L>
<L>to beat him into barm,</L>
<L>And lying thus in danger deep,</L>
<L>for fear that he &s;hould quarrel,</L>
<L>They heav'd him &s;traight out of the Fat,</L>
<L>and turn'd into the barrel.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They goar'd and broach'd it with a Tap,</L>
<L>&s;o this his death began</L>
<L>And drew out every drop of blood,</L>
<L>while any drop would run.</L>
<L>Some brought in jacks upon their backs,</L>
<L>&s;ome brought in bowls und pail,</L>
<L>Yea, every man &s;ome weapon had,</L>
<L>poor Barley-Corn to Kill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When Sir Iohn Good-Ale heard of this,</L>
<L>he came with meikle might,</L>
<L>And took by &s;trength their tongues away</L>
<L>their Legs and eke their Sight,</L>
<L>Sir Iohn at la&s;t in this re&s;pect,</L>
<L>&s;o paid them all their hir<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>That &s;ome lay bleeding by the walls,</L>
<L>&s;ome tumbling in the Myre</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some lay groaning by the walls,</L>
<L>&s;ome fell i'th &s;treet down right,</L>
<L>The wi&s;e&s;t of them &s;carcely knew,</L>
<L>what he had done o're night,</L>
<L>All you good wives that brews good Ale,</L>
<L>God keep you from all teen.</L>
<L>But if you put too much water in,</L>
<L>the Crows pick out your Eyne.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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