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T42485 1 Shall I lye beyond thee UNKNOWN Shall I Lie Beyond Thee AS I went through the North Country, / I heard a merry meeting, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 360 A Pleasant New BALLAD to sing Ev'ning and Morn, / Of the Bloody Murder of Sir JOHN BARLEY CORN. [printed with Roxburghe 3.361] A Pleasant New BALLAD to sing Ev’ning and Morn, Of the Bloody Murder of Sir JOHN BARLEY CORN. A Pleasant New BALLAD to sing Evening and Morning, Of the Bloody Murder of Sir JOHN BARLEYCORN. ?-?

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AS I went through the North Country, I heard a Merry meeting, A pleasant Toy, and full of Joy, Two Noble Men were greeting. And as they walked forth to Sport, Upon a Summers Day; They met another Noble Man, With whom they had a Fray. His Name was Sir John Barley-Corn, He dwelt down in a Vale, And had a Kinsman dwelt with him, They calld him Thomas Good-Ale. The one named Sir Richard Beer, Was ready at that Time, And likewise came a busy Peer, Calld Sir William White-Wine. Some of them fought in a Black-Jack, Some of them in a Can; But yet the Chiefest in a Black-Pot, Fought like a Noble Man. Sir Barley-Corn fought in a Bowl, Who won the Victory; Which made them all to Chafe and Swear, That Barley-Corn must die. Some said kill him, some said him drown, Some wishd to hang him high; For those that follow Barley-Corn, They said would Beggars die. Then with a Plow they Blowd him up, And thus they did devise, To bury him within the Earth, And swore he should not rise. With Harrows long they came to him, And burst Clods on his Head; A joyful Banquet then was made, When Barley-Corn was dead.
He rested still within the Earth, Till Rain from Sky did fall; Then he grew up on Branches green, Which sore amazd them all. Increasing thus till Midsummer, He made them all afraid; For he sprung up on high, And had a goodly Beard. When ripening at St. Jamess Tide, His Countenance waxed wan, Yet now full grown in Part of Strength, And thus became a Man. Wherefore with Hooks and Sickles keen, Unto the Field they hyd, They cut his Legs off by the Knees, And Limb from Limb divide. Then bloodily they cut him down, From Place where he did stand, And like a Thief for Treachery, They bound him in a Band. So then they took him up again, According to his kind, And placd him up in several Stacks, To wither with the Wind. Then with a Pitchfork sharp and long, They rent him to the Heart, And Traytor like, for Treason vile, They bound him in a Cart. And tending him with Weapons strong, Unto the Town they hye, Whereas they mowd him in a Mow, And so they let him lie. They left him groaning by the Walls, Till all his Bones were sore, And having took him up again, They cast him on the Floor.
And hired two with Holly Clubs To beat on him at once; Who thwackd so hard on Barley-Corn, The Flesh fell from his Bones. Then after took him up again, To please some Womens Mind, Yea, dusted, fannd, and sifted him, Till he was almost blind. Full fast they knit him in a Sack, Which grievd him very sore, And soundly steepd him in a Fat, For three Days space and more. From whence again they took him out, And laid him forth to dry; Then cast him on the Chamber-Floor, And swore that he should die. They rubd and stird him up and down, And oft did toil and ture, The Malt-man likewise vows his Death, His Body should be sure. They pulld and hauld him up in Spight; And threw him on a Kiln, Yea, dryd him oer a Fire hot, The more to work their Will. Then to the Mill they forcd him straight, Whereas they bruisd his Bones, The Miller swore to Murder him Betwixt a Pair of Stones. The last Time they took him up, They servd him worse than that, For with hot scalding Liquor store, They washd him in a Fat. But not content with this, I wot, They wrought him so much Harm, With cruel threat they promise next, To beat him to a Barm. And lying in this Danger deep, For fear that he should Quarrel, They heavd him straight out of the Fat, And turnd him into the Barrel. They goard and broachd it with a Tap, So thus his Death began, And drew out every Drop of Blood, While any Drop would run. Some brought in Jacks upon their Backs, Some brought in Bowls and Pails; Yea, every Man some Weapon had, Poor Barley-Corn to kill. When Sir John Good-Ale heard of this, He came with mickle might, And took by Strength their Tongues away, Their Legs, and eke their Sight. Sir John at last in this respect, So paid them all their hire, That some lay bleeding by the Walls, Some tumbling in the Mire. Some lay groaning by the Walls, Some fell ith Street down right; The wisest of them scarcely knew What he had done oer Night. All you good Wives that brew good Ale, Heavn keep you from Sin, But if you put too much Water in, The Deil put out your Eyne.
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