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112 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
12. The more she looked the more she mourned,
Till she fell to the ground a-crying, Saying, "Take me up and carry me home, For I am now a-dying.
13. uO Mother, Mother, go make my bed;
Go make it long and narrow; Sweet William died for pure, pure love, And I shall die for sorrow.
14. "0 Father, Father, go dig my grave;
Go dig it long and narrow; Sweet William died for me today, Til die for him tomorrow."
15. She was buried in the old churchyard,
And he was buried anigh her; On William's grave there grew a red rose, On Barbara's grew a green briar.
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"Barbara Allen." Contributed by Mrs. Alidore Cassidy Huffman, of Tell City, Indiana. Perry County. March 15, 1936.
1. All in the merry month of May
When the green buds were a-swelling, Little Willie Green on his deathbed lay, In love with Barbara Allen.
2. He sent his servant through Charlestown
To the place where she was dwelling, Saying, "Here is a letter from my master dear If your name be Barbara Allen."
3. Slowly, slowly she rose up,
And slowly went unto him; And, sighing, said when she got there, "Young man, I think you're dying." |
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