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Unhappy Love
5 Slowly she arose, put on her clothes, How long she was a-going;
She was one long, long summer day And just one mile a-going,
6 As she was walking up the steps, She said, "Young man, you're dying." "Dying, dying, O yes," he said, "For the love of Barbara Allen."
7 "O don't you mind, young man," she said, "When the red wine you were filling, You drank the healths all round the room, But you slighted Barbara Allen?
And the better for me you never shall be, Though your heart's blood were a-spilling.
8 "Look down, look down, by my bedside, And there you will find a basin,
A basin filled with my heart's blood That I shed for Barbara Allen."
9 He turned his face unto the wall, For death was with him dealing, "Adieu, kind friends and kindred all, Be kind to Barbara Allen."
io As she was walking down the steps, She heard the bells a-tolling; And every bell, it seemed to say "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen."
ii As she was walking out one day, She met a funeral coming: "Lay down, lay down this corpse of clay, That I may gaze upon him."
12 She gazed upon this corpse of clay
Till her heart would break of sorrow, Saying, "My true love died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow." |
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