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Date Posted:08/02/2014 06:59 AMCopy HTML The Legend of John BarleycornPosted on August 1, 2014 by ladyoftheabyss The Legend of John BarleycornBy Patti Wigington, About.com In English folklore, John Barleycorn is a character whorepresents the crop of barley harvested each autumn. Equally as important, hesymbolizes the wonderful drinks which can be made from barley — beer andwhiskey — and their effects. In the traditional folksong, John Barleycorn, thecharacter of John Barleycorn endures all kinds of indignities, most of whichcorrespond to the cyclic nature of planting, growing, harvesting, and thendeath. Although written versions of the song date back to thereign of Queen Elizabeth I, there is evidence that it was sung for years beforethat. There are a number of different versions, but the most well-known one isthe Robert Burns version, in which John Barleycorn is portrayed as an almostChrist-like figure, suffering greatly before finally dying so that others maylive. In TheGolden Bough, Sir James Frazer cites John Barleycorn as proof thatthere was once a Pagan cult in England that worshipped a god of vegetation, whowas sacrificed in order to bring fertility to the fields. This ties into therelated story of the Wicker Man, who is burned in effigy. Ultimately, the characterof John Barleycorn is a metaphor for the spirit of grain, grown healthy andhale during the summer, chopped down and slaughtered in his prime, and thenprocessed into beer and whiskey so he can live once more. The lyrics to the Robert Burns version of the song are asfollows: There was three kings into the east, They took a plough and plough’d him down, But the cheerful Spring came kindly on’ The sultry suns of Summer came, The sober Autumn enter’d mild, His colour sicken’d more and more, They took a weapon, long and sharp, They laid him down upon his back, They filled up a darksome pit They laid him upon the floor, They wasted o’er a scorching flame And they hae taen his very hero blood John Barleycorn was a hero bold, ‘Twill make a man forget his woe; Then let us toast John Barleycorn, |