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The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints, and drooping head,
Show'd he began to fail.
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.
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 ty'd him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.
And cut him by the knee;
Then ty'd him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgel'd him full sore:
They laid him up before the storm,
And turn'd him o'er' and oʻer.
And cudgel'd him full sore:
They laid him up before the storm,
And turn'd him o'er' and oʻer.
The filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.
With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.
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.
To work him farther woe;
And still as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted, oʻer a scorching flame,
The marrow of his banes;
But a Miller us'd his worst of all,
For he crush't him 'tween twa stanes!
The marrow of his banes;
But a Miller us'd his worst of all,
For he crush't him 'tween twa stanes!
