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5 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 forgerie,

They laid him down upon his back,
 * And cudgell’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;