Six most excellent songs/Sir John the Grame

SIR JOHN THE GRAME.

t was in and about the Martinmas time
⁠When the green leaves were a-falling,
That Sir John Grame o‘ the west country
⁠Fell in love with Barbara Allan
He sent his man down through the town,
⁠To the place where he was dwelling,
O haste and come to my master dear,
⁠Gin ye be Barbara Allan.

O hooly rose she up and came
⁠To the place where he was lying,
And drew the curtain by, and said
⁠Young man, I think you're dying.
O its I’m sick, I’m very sick,
⁠And ’tis a’ for Barbara Allan,
O the better for me ye’s never be,
⁠Though your heart’s blood were a-spilling.

O dinna ye mind, young man she said,
⁠When the red wine ye were filling,
That ye made their healths go round and round,
⁠And slighted Barbara Allan?
He turn’d his face unto the wall,
⁠And death was with him dealing,
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
⁠And be kind to Barbara Allan.

O slowly, slowly raise she up,
⁠And slowly, slowly left him
Cnd sighing, said, she could not stay,
⁠Since death of life had ’reft him.
She had not gane a mile but twa,
⁠When she heard the death-bell knelling,
And every jow that the dead bell gied
⁠It cry‘d, wo to Barbara Allan.

O mother, mother, make my bed,
⁠O make rt saft and narrow,
Since my love died for me to day,
⁠I’ll die for him to-morrow.