XI.
They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,

The marrow of his bones;
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,

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

Within America, man:
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,

And 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 ony Turk,

Nae mercy had at a', man ;
An' Charlie Fox threw by the box,

And 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 ;
Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,

They did his measures thraw, man,
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,

Led him a sair faux pas, man :
The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,

On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
An' Scotland drew her pipe, an' blew,
Up, Willie, waur them a', man!'

VIII.
Behind the throne then Grenville's gone,

A secret word or twa, man; While slee Dundas arous'd the class

Be-north the Roman wa', man : 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.

SONG.

Tune, Corn rigs are bonnie.

I.
Ir was upon a Lammas night,

When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light,

I held awa to Annie : The time flew by wi' tentless heed,

Till 'tween the late and early; Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed,

To see me through the barley.

II. The sky was blue, the wind was still,

The moon was shining clearly ;
I set her down wi' right good will,

Amang the rigs o' barley:
I ken’t her heart was a' my ain;

I lov'd her most sincerely ;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again

Amang the rigs o' barley.

III.

I lock'd her in my fond embrace;

Her heart was beating rarely: My blessings on that happy place,

Amang the rigs o' barley! But by the moon and stars so bright,

That shone that hour so clearly! She ay shall bless that happy night,

Amang the rigs o' barley,