and burst clods on his head;
A joyfull banquet then was made
when Barly-Corne was dead.
He rested still within the earth,
till raine from skies did fall,
Then he grew up in branches greene,
which sore amaz'd them all.
And so grew up till Mid-sommer,
which made them all afeard,
For he was sprouted up on hie,