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And they have taen his very heart's blood,
And drunk it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound!
And drunk it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound!
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise!
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise!
'Twill make a man forget his woe,
'Twill heighten all his joys!
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' tear were in her eye.
'Twill heighten all his joys!
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland.
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland.
Green grow the Rashes.
A FRAGMENT.
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o'man,
And 'twere na for the lasses, O?
In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
What signifies the life o'man,
And 'twere na for the lasses, O?
CHORUS.
Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O,
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent,
Were spent amang the lasses, O.