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 country
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 rose she up,
To the place where he was lying,
And when she drew the curtain by,
Young man, I think ye're dying.
O its I'm sick, and very very sick,
And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan,
O the better for me ye'se never be,
Tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling.
O dinna ye mind, young man, said she,