Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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156                BONNY BAKBAKY ALLAN.
O hooly,-hooly rose she up,
To the place where he was lying,                    10
And when she drew the curtain by,
" Young man, I think you're dying."
" 0 it's I'm sick, and very, very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan :"
" O the better for me ye's never be,                   
Tho' your heart's blood were a spilling.
" 0 dinna ye mind, young man," said she, " When ye was in the tavern a drinking,
That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan."                           so
He turn'd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing;
" Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan."
And slowly, slowly raise she up,                           sc
And slowly, slowly left him; And sighing said, she cou'd not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.
She had not gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead-bell ringing, a> And every jow that the dead-bell geid,
It cryM " Woe to Barbara Allan ! "