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ones; But a miller us'd him worst of all-- He crush'd him 'tween the stones. XII. And they ha'e 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! * * * * * VII. THE RIGS O' BARLEY. Tune--"_Corn rigs are bonnie."_ [Two young women of the west, Anne Ronald and Anne Blair, have each, by the district traditions, been claimed as the heroine of this early song.] I. It 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! IV. I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear; I hae been merry drinkin'; I hae been joyfu' gath'rin' gear; I hae been happy thinkin': But a' the pleasures e'er I saw, Tho' three times doubled fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley. CHORUS. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonnie: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi' Annie. * * * * * VIII. MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY. Tune--"_Galla-Water."_
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