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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 117
4. He sent his servant to the town
Where Barbara was a-dwelling; "My master is sick and sent for you If your name is Barbara Allen.
5. "And death is painted on his face
And o'er his heart is stealing; Then hasten away to comfort him, 0 lovely Barbara Allen!"
6. 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."
7. "0 yes, I'm sick and very sick,
And death is in me dwelling; |
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No better, no better you never will be, For you can't get Barbara Allen.
9. "O don't you remember in yonder town When you were at the tavern, You drank a health to all the ladies round, And slighted Barbara Allen?''
10. "O yes, I remember in yonder town,
In yonder town a-drinking, I gave a health to all the ladies round But my heart to Barbara Allen."
11. As she was walking o'er the fields,
She heard the death bell knelling, And every stroke did seem to say, "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"
12. She looked to the east, she looked to the west;
She spied his corpse a-coming: "Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay That I may look upon him." |
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