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100 Indiana, University Publications, Folklore Series
3. It was all in the month of June
When all the flowers were blooming, Sweet William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen.
4. He sent his servant to the town
Where Barbara was a-dwelling: "My master is sick and sends for you If your name be Barbara Allen.
5. "And death is printed on his face,
And o'er his heart is stealing; So 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. "O yes, I'm sick, and very sick,
And death is in me dwelling; No better, no better I never can be If I can't have Barbara Allen."
8. "O yes, you're sick, and very sick,
And death is in you dwelling; No better, no better you never will be, For you can't have Barbara Allen."
9. "O don't you remember in yonder town
When you were at the tavern, You drank a health to the ladies all around And slighted Barbara Allen?"
10. As she was on her highway home, The birds they kept a-singing; They sang so clear they seemed to say, "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"