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112 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
12. The more she looked the more she mourned,
Till she fell to the ground a-crying, Saying, "Take me up and carry me home, For I am now a-dying.
13. uO 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, Til die for him tomorrow."
15. She was buried in the old churchyard,
And he was buried anigh her; On William's grave there grew a red rose, On Barbara's grew a green briar.
"Barbara Allen." Contributed by Mrs. Alidore Cassidy Huffman, of Tell City, Indiana. Perry County. March 15, 1936.
1. All in the merry month of May
When the green buds were a-swelling, Little Willie Green on his deathbed lay, In love with Barbara Allen.
2. He sent his servant through Charlestown
To the place where she was dwelling, Saying, "Here is a letter from my master dear If your name be Barbara Allen."
3. Slowly, slowly she rose up,
And slowly went unto him; And, sighing, said when she got there, "Young man, I think you're dying."