Indian Inks, gold and acrylics on canvas
As I was ploughing in my field
The hungriest furrow ever torn
Followed my plough and she did cry
‘Have you seen my mate John Barleycorn?’
Says I, ‘Has he got a yellow beard
Is he always whispering night and morn?
Does he up and dance when the wind is hight?’
Says she, ‘That’s my John Barleycorn......’
by George Mackay Brown (1921-96)
An English folk song reworked from an old folk tale of the sixteenth century.