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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 111
4. "And death is painted on his face
And o'er his heart is stealing; Then hasten away to comfort him, O lovely Barbara Allen."
5. So slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she came nigh him, And all she said when she got there, "Young man, I think you're dying."
6. "O yes, I'm sick and very sick,
And death is on me dwelling; No better, no better I never will be If I can't have Barbara Allen."
7. "O yes, you're sick and very sick,
And death is on you dwelling; No better, no better you never will be, For you can't have Barbara Allen.
8. "O don't you remember in yonder town
When you were at the tavern, You drank a health to the ladies all around And slighted Barbara Allen?" |
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9. As she was on her high way home, The birds they kept a-singing; They sang so clear they seemed to say, "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"
10. As she was walking o'er the fields,
She heard the death-knell ringing, And every stroke did seem to say, "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"
11. She looked to East, she looked to W&st,
She spied his corpse a-eoming; "Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay That I may look upon him." |
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