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i Barbara Allen's Cruelty
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I N Scarlet town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwelling Made every youth cry Well-a-nvay I Her name was Barbara Allen.
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All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin',
Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen.
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He sent his man in to her then,
To the town where she was dwellin' ;
' O haste and come to my master dear, If your name be Barbara Allen.'
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So slowly, slowly rase she up, And slowly she came nigh him,
And when she drew the curtain by— ' Young man, I think you're dyinV
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' O it's I am sick and very very sick, And it's all for Barbara Allen.'— ' O the better for me ye'se never be, Tho' your heart's blood were a-spillin'! 802
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