Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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bahbaka allen's cruelty. 159
" For death is printed on his face,
And ore his hart is stealin : Then haste away to comfort him,                          us
O lovelye Barbara Allen."
" Though death be printed on his face,
And ore his harte is stealin, Yet little better shall he bee
For bonny Barbara Allen."                                 ao
So slowly, slowly, she came up,
And slowly she came nye him; And all she sayd, when there she came,
" Yong man, I think y'are dying."
He turned his face unto her strait,                       23
"With deadlye sorrow sighing; " 0 lovely maid, come pity mee,
I'me on my death-bed lying."
" If on your death-bed you doe lye,
What needs the tale you are tellin ?                30
I cannot keep you from your death;
Farewell," sayd Barbara Allen.
He turnd his face unto the wall,
As deadlye pangs he fell in : " Adieu ! adieu! adieu to you all,                          as
Adieu to Barbara Allen !"