VIII. They laid him down upon his back, They hung him up before the storm, And turn'd him o'er and o'er. IX. They filled up a darksome pit They heaved in John Barleycorn, X. They laid him out upon the floor, XI. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, But a miller used him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones. XII. And they hae ta'en 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, For if you do but taste his blood, 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. XV. Then let us toast John Barleycorn, Each man a glass in hand; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland! A FRAGMENT. Tune➡ GILLICRANKIE.' I. WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood, And did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Then up they gat the maskin-pat, II. Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes, Wi' sword in hand, before his band, III. Poor Tammy Gage, within a cage Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin IV. Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip, V. Then Montague, an' Guilford too, And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure, VI. his cheek, Then Rockingham took up the game; For North an' For united stocks, An' bore him to the wa', man. VII. Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes, Led him a sair faux pas, man : On Chatham's boy did ca', man; VIII. Behind the throne then Grenville's gone, While slee Dundas arous'd the class Wi' kindling eyes cry'd, Willie, rise! IX. But word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co. An' Caledon threw by the drone, An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood SONG. Tune CORN RIGS ARE BONNIE. I. Ir was upon a Lammas night, The time flew by wi' tentless heed, |