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Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
11. "0 Mother, Mother, make my bed,
And make it soft and narrow; My truelove died for me today,
And I'll die for him tomorrow."
12. They carried them both to the old churchyard ;
They buried them both together. And out of his grave there grew a wild rose And out of hers a brier.
13. They grew so high and they grewT so tall
That they could not grow any higher; Then they wound themselves in a truelove knot, And the rose twined round the brier.
Barbary Allen." Contributed by Mrs. A. W. Corn, of Winslow, In-. Pike County. May 20, 1935.
1. In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling And every youth cried "well away," Her name was Barbary Allen.
2. All in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swelling, Young Jemmy Grove on his deathbed lay For love of Barbary Allen.
3. He sent his man unto her then
To the house where she did dwell in, Saying, "You must come to my master If your name be Barbary Allen.
4. "For death is printed on his face
And o'er his heart is stealing Then haste away to comfort him, 0 lovely Barbary Allen,"