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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 109
5. "Though death be printed on his face
And o'er his heart be stealing Yet little better shall he be For bonny Barbary Allen."
6. So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him, And all she said when there she came, "Young man, I think you're dying."
7. He turned his face unto her straight,
With deadly sorrow sighing, "0 pretty maid, come pity me; I'm on my deathbed lying."
8. "If on your deathbed you do lie,
What needs the tale you're telling? I cannot keep you from your death; Farewell," said Barbary Allen.
9. He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was with him dealin'; "Adieu, adieu, my friends all; Adieu to Barbary Allen."
10. As she was walking o'er the fields,
She heard the bells a-knellin', And every stroke did seem to say, "Unworthy Barbary Allen!"
11. She turned her body round about
And spied the corpse a-coming; "Lay down, lay down the corpse," she said, "That I may look upon him."
12. With scornful eyes she looked down,
Her cheeks with laughter swelling, While all her friends cried out again,3 "Unworthy Barbary Allen!"
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