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118 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
13. "0 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, And I'll die for him tomorrow."
15. She was buried in the old churchyard,
And he was buried a-nigh her; On William's grave there grew a red rose, On Barbara's grew a green brier.
16. They grew to the top of the old church wall
Till they could not grow any higher; They lapped and they tied in a truelover's knot, And the rose grew round the brier. |
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"Barbara Allen." Contributed by Dr. Claude Lomax, of Dale, Indiana. Secured by him from his mother, Mrs. Hettie Lomax, of Evansville, Indiana. Vanderburg County. March 6, 1936.
1. It was in the merry month of May; The June buds were a-swelling; When little Johnnie Green on his deathbed lay For love of Barbara ADen. |
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2. Slowly, slowly she came up
And slowly she drew nigh him; And slowly slipped the curtain aside,
Saying, "Young man, I think you're dying.
3. "0 yes, I'm sick and very sick;
I feel my whole heart breaking. But one little kiss from your sweet lips Would save me from this dying." |
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