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120 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
3. "And death is printed on his face
And o'er his heart is stealin'; Then haste away to comfort him, 0 lovely Barbara Allen."
4. So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him, And all she said when there she came, "Young man, I think you're dying." |
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5. When he was dead and in his grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow: "0 Mother, Mother, make my bed, For I shall die tomorrow.
6. "Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in; Henceforth take warning by the fall Of cruel Barbara Allen."
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"Barbara Allen." Contributed by Miss Mary Gene Waller, of Oakland City, Indiana. Secured by her from her grandmother, Mrs. Mary Norring-ton. Gibson County. April 12, 1935.
1. 'T was early in the month of May
When the birds were sweetly singing, A young man on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen.
2, He sent his servant to the town
Where Barbara was a-dwelling; "My master's sick and sends for you If your name be Barbara Allen.', |
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