John Barleycorn: A Ballad

Poem By Robert Burns

The ground shakes with rage
As the world's growing with age
Oh mother natures seen what we've done
Well she was gone we've had our fun
Making a mess of her home
All on her own we've unleashed her attitude
This is mother nature's magnitude

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