John Barleycorn: A Ballad（1 / 3）

  john barleycorn: a ballad
  there was three kings into the east,
  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
  john barleycorn was dead.
  but the cheerful spring came kindly on,
  and show'rs began to fall;
  john barleycorn got up again,
  and sore surpris'd them all.
  the sultry suns of summer came,
  and he grew thick and strong;
  his head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
  that no one should him wrong.
  the sober autumn enter'd mild,
  when he grew wan and pale;
  his bending joints and drooping head
  show'd he began to fail.
  his colour sicken'd more and more,
  he faded into age;
  and then his enemies began
  to show their deadly rage.
  they've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
  and cut him by the knee;
  then tied him fast upon a cart,
  like a rogue for forgerie.
  they laid him down upon his back, ↑返回顶部↑