Bonny Barbara Allan (4)/Bonny Barbara Allan
BONNY BARBARA ALLAN.
It was in and about the Martinmas time,
when the green leaves were a-falling,
That Sir John Graeme, in the west countrie
fell in love with Barbara Allan.
He sent his man down thro' the town,
to the place where she was dwelling;
O haste and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
O hooly, hooly went she up,
to the place where he was lying,
And when she drew the curtain by,
Young man, I think you're dying.
O ⟨it's⟩ I'm sick, and very sick,
and 'tis a' for Barbara Allan.
O the better for me ye's never be,
tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling.
O dinna ye mind, young man, said she,
when ye was in the tavern drinking,
Ye made the healths gae round & round,
but slsghted Barbara Allan.
He turn'd his face unto the wa',
and death was with him dealing;
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a',
and be kind to Barbara Allan.
And slowly, slowly raise she up,
nnd slowly, slowly left him;
And, sighing, said, she cou'd not stay,
since death of life had 'rest him.
She had not gane a mile but twa,
when she heard the dead-bell ringing;
And ev'ry jow that the dead-bell geid,
It cry'd, Woe to Barbara Allan!
O mother, mother, make my bed!
O make it saft and narrow!
Since my love died for me to-day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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