XI. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, But a miller us'd 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, "Twill make your courage rise. 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, Then up they gat the maskin-pat, II. Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes, III. Poor Tammy Gage, within a cage Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin IV. Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip, Cornwallis fought as lang 's he dought, V. Then Montague, an' Guilford too, And Sackville doure, wha stood the stoure, For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk, An' Charlie Fox threw by the box, VI. Then Rockingham took up the game; Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise, For North an' Fox united stocks, An' bore him to the wa', man. VII. Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes, He swept the stakes awa', man. Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race, VIII. Behind the throne then Grenville's gone, An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith, (Inspired bardies saw, man) Wi' kindling eyes cry'd, Willie, rise! "Would I hae fear'd them a', man?' IX. But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co. Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man, Till Suthron raise, and coost their claise Behind him in a raw, man; An' Caledon threw by the drone, An' did her whittle draw, man; An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood To make it guid in law, man. It was upon a Lammas night, The time flew by wi' tentless heed, II. The sky was blue, the wind was still, I ken't her heart was a' my ain; III. I lock'd her in my fond embrace; But by the moon and stars so bright, |