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114 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
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"Barbara Allen." Contributed by Mrs. Thomas M. Bryant, of Evans-ville, Indiana. Vanderburg County. May 9, 1935.
1. 'T was in the merry month of May,
And the buds on the trees were swelling; Sweet William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen.
2. He sent his servants into town
To the place where she was dwelling, Saying, "My master sent me here for you If your name be Barbara Allen." |
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3. She mounted upon her milk-white steed
And went through the town a-flying; And all she said when she got there, "Young man, you are a-dying."
4. "0 yes, I'm sick and very sick,
And death is within me dwelling; I'll never see my time again
If I can't have Barbara Allen."
5. "I know you are sick and very sick
And death is within you dwelling; But none the better you can be,
For you can't have Barbara Allen." |
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6. She looked to the east and she looked to the west,
And she saw his corpse a-coming; "Go bring him here and lay him down
And let me take my last look upon him."
7. Sweet William died on Saturday night;
And Barbara died on Sunday; |
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•Cf. version Z\ stanza 9. |
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