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And they have ſworn a ſolemn oath,
that the Barleycorn ſhould die.
They plowed him down with ſtrong irons
and put the plow cloth under their head.
And ſwore another ſolemn oath,
that Barleycorn was deod
But when ſpring of the year came on,
after rain and ſnow did fall,
The Barleycorn got up his head,
and ſo beguil'd them all.
They hired men with crooked hooks,
to cut him of his feet,
And they did worſe then that again,
for they tied him like a thief.
They hired men with long ſpear ſtaves,
and they pierced him through the heart
And they did worſe then that again,
for they tied him to cart,
They hired men with long flail ſtaves
to threath the fleſh off the bones,
And the Miller lad used him worſe then
that,
for he ground him between two ſtones,
Fill him up in ſacks brave boys,
and brew him in a pan,
And when he came to the brown bowl,
he became the ſtrongeſt man,
It would make a maid for to dance,
as naked as the nour ſhe was born,
It would make her join a jobe of work,
that raging Barleycorn.
It would change a boy into a man,

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