%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Pleasant New BALLAD to sing Evening and Morn, / Of the Bloody MURTHER of Sir JOHN BARLEY-CORN. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1689-1689 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 11/05/2018 35971

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R181877 1 Shall I lye beyond thee, &c. Lie Lulling Beyond Thee Shall I Lye Beyond Thee, etc. AS I went through the North Country, / I heard a merry meeting, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : A Pleasant New BALLAD to sing Evening and Morn, / Of the Bloody MURTHER of Sir JOHN BARLEY-CORN. A Pleasant New BALLAD to sing Evening and Morn, Of the Bloody MURDER of Sir JOHN BARLEY-CORN. Printer W.O. at the / Angel in Little Britain; and A.M. 1689-1689 W.O. at the / Angel in Little Britain; and A.M.

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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 Summer's 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 call'd him Thomas Good-ale. The one named Sir Richard Beer, was ready at that time, And likewise came a busie Peer, call'd 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 dye. Some said kill him, some said him drown, some wisht to hang him high, For those that followed Barley-corn, they said would beggers dye. Then with a plow they plow'd him up, and thus they did devise, To bury him within the earth, and swore he should not rise. With harrows strong they came to him, and burst clods on his head; A joyful banquet then was made, when Barley-corn was dead.
He rested still upon the earth, till rain from sky did fall; Then he grew up on branches green, which sore amaz'd 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. James's 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 hy'd, They cut his leggs 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 plac'd 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 mow'd him in a mow, and so they let him lye. They left him groaning by the walls, till all his bones was sore, And having took him up again they cast him on the floor. And hired two with holly-clubs to beat at him at once; Who thwackt so hard on Barley-corn, the flesh fell from his bones. Then after took him up again, to please some womens mind, Yea, dusted, fann'd, and sifted him, till he was almost blind. Full fast they knit him in a sack, which griev'd him very sore, And soundly steept 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 dye,
They rub'd and stir'd him up and down, and oft did toyl and ture, The Malt-man likewise vows his death his bovy should be sure. They pull'd and hal'd him up in spight, and threw him on a kill, Yea, dry'd him o're a fire hot, the more to work their will. Then to the mill they forc'd him strait, whereas they bruis'd his bones, The Miller swore to murder him betwixt a pair of stones. The last time that they took him up, they serv'd him worse then that, For with hot scolding liquor store they washt him in a fat. But not content with this, God wot, they wrought him so much harm, With cruel threat they promise next, to beat him into a barm. And lying in this danger deep, for fear that he should quarrel, They heav'd him straight out of the fat, and turn'd into the barrel. They goar'd and broach'd 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 pail, 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 i'th' street down-right, The wisest of them scarcely knew what he had done o're night. All you good Wives that brew good ale, God keep you from all teen, But if you put too much water in, the Devil put out your eyne.
London: Printed by and for W.O. at the Angel in Little Britain; and A.M.