Todlen hame/It Was In and About the Martinmas Time

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IT WAS IN AND ABOUT THE MARTINMAS TIME.

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 to 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 you're dying.

O it's I'm sick, and very 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 ye was in the tavern a’ drinking,
That ye made the healths go round,
And slighted Barbara Allan.

He turn'd his face unto the wa',
For death was wi' him dealing,
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a',
Be kind to Barbara Allan.

Slowly, slowly rose she up,
And slowly, slowly left him,
She, sighing said, she could not stay,
Since death of life bereft him.

She had nae gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead bell ringing,
And every jowl the dead bell gied,
I't cried woe to Barbara Allan.

O mother, mother mak my bed,
O mak it saft and narrow,
Since my love died for me to day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.