Then there is John Kirkpatrick's reworking of John Barleycorn into Old King Coal

...So they scratched him, hacked him, and harried him out
They ripped him from his bed
And they blasted his bones asunder
They'd sworn to see him dead.
Then they carried him out to the sun's bright light
Which blinded him in the eye,
And the blood did drain from every vein
Until they'd drained him dry....

The rest of the song is down that thread.