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Läsebok. N:o 62—63.
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But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show’rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surprised them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong,
His head weel * arm’d wi’ ** pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter’d mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show’d he began to fail.
His colour sicken’d more and more,
He faded into age,
And then his enemies began
To shew their deadly rage.
They’ve ta’en*** a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then ty’d † him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgery.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgel’d him full sore:
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn’d him o’er and o’er.
They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor.
To work him farther woe,
And still as signs of life appear’d.
They toss’d him to and fro.
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 ’tween two stones.
* weel — well. ** wi’ — with.
*** ta’en = taken. † ty’d — tied.
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