we baked some bread for lammas
an irish milk stout laif,
loaf
made from whole wheat flour
crushed between twa stanes
two stones
filled the house with
fall's first breath
heating in the hearth,
first rowthy fruits of harvest,
abundant
warmed, and baked into a loaf
we cut some off and froze the rest
and drank with it some stout,
washed it down with braw black beer,
excellent
the blood of john barleycorn, blest;
the hero john barleycorn's blood drank we,
that hero john barleycorn's bluid
blood
the hero john barleycorn's blood drink we:
that hero john barleycorn's deid;
dead
he winna lat us gang aglee,
won't let go astray
for he loues us and we loues he
loves
the hero john barleycorn's bluid we'll pree;
taste
john barleycorn must dee!
die
john barleycorn must die, must die;
john barleycorn maun dee!
must
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