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 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,

Of noble enterprise,

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.

A

FRAGMENT.

Tune GILLICRANKIE.'

I.

WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood,

And did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea,

Within America, man:

Then

Then up they gat the maskin-pat,
And in the sea did jaw, man;
An' did nae less, in full congress,
Than quite refuse our law, man.

II.

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, what-reck, 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 Philadelphia, man:

Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin
Guid christian blood to draw, man;
But at New-York, wi' knife an' fork,

Sir-loin he hacked sma', man.

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.

V.

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,