'O, where have ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O, where have ye been, my handsome young man ?’
'I have been to the wood; mother, make my bed

soon,

For I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lie

down.'

'Where got ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where got ye your dinner, my handsome young man?'

'I dined with my love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary with hunting, and fain would lię down.'

I fear ye are man!'

yes, I am pois I'm sick at th

John Barleycorn was dead.

They took a plough and ploughed him down,

Put clods upon his head,

And they hae sworn a solemn oath,

ed up a darksome pit water to the brim,

ved in John Barleycorn, let him sink or swim.

1 him out upon the floor,
rk him further woe,
- as signs of life appear'd,
oss'd him to and fro.

sted, o'er a scorching flame, arrow of his bones;

Eller used him worst of all,

e crush'd him between two stones.

y hae ta'en his very heart's blood, rank it round and round;

I the more and more they drank, joy did more abound.

rleycorn was a hero bold, ble enterprise ;

ou do but taste his blood, make your courage rise.

tus toast John Barleycorn,
man a glass in hand;
y his great posterity
fail in old Scotland!

Old Ballad