Barley Woe (failed attempt)

[Brownlie]

Well this didn't work but for some reason I thought I could recreate Barley Mow, maybe someone else can do it.

We set our eyes upon a wheel
and watched it turn around
We lifted up our barley mow
And drank to luck in rounds


Barley woe
Here’s good luck to the poor plight
Good luck to the mattered man
Jolly red face to the poor plight
Good luck to the mattered man


Oh the poor plight, Lashes bright, in night, with flasks to fight, a laugh of light , distilled they might, with glasses held tight , warm up the chill, flippantly dim, and spin with the rounded wheel
Here’s good luck, good luck to the mattered man.

Now here’s, good luck to the daft fallen
Good luck to the liquid flames
Jolly sad men who have half fallen
Good luck to the liquid flames

Oh the fallen, daft fallen, Lashes bright, in night, with flasks to fight, a laugh of light , distilled they might, with glasses held tight , warm up the chill, flippantly dim, and spin with the rounded wheel
Here’s good luck (good luck!), good luck to the mattered man.

Now here’s jolly good luck to the glass churl
Good luck to the wounded crow
Jolly good luck to the glass churl
Good luck to the wounded crow

Oh the churl, glass churl, fallen, glass fallen, Oh the poor blight of light, in night, with flasks to fight, a laugh of light , distilled they fight, with glasses held tight , to warm up the chill, flippilantly dim, and spin with the rounded wheel