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116 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
6. She went on through and through the town;
She heard his death-bell ringing; And every stroke they seemed to say, "0 cruel Barbara Allen!"
7. She looked to the east, she looked to the west;
She saw his corpse a-coming; "0 set him down for me!" she cried, "That I may gaze upon him."
8. The more she looked the more she wept;
Then she broke down to crying: "0 pick me up and carry me home, For I feel like I am dying."
9. They buried Willie in the old churchyard,
And Barbara in the new one;9 From Willie's grave there grew a rose, And from Barbara's a green brier.
"Barbara Allen." Contributed by Mrs. Thomas Leslie, of Terre Haute, Indiana. Vigo County. November 26, 1935.
1. In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling, Made every youth cry "Wellaway"; Her name was Barbara Allen.
2. All in the merry, merry month of May
When the green buds they were swelling, Sweet William came from the Western states And courted Barbara Allen.
3. It was all in the month of June
When all things they were blooming, Sweet William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen.
An interesting change here.