Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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As she was walking ore the fields;
She heard the bell a knellin ; And every stroke did seem to saye,
" Unworthy Barbara Allen! "                           to
She turnd her bodye round about,
And spied the corps a coming : " Laye down, laye down the corps," she sayd,
" That I may look upon him."
With scornful eye she looked downe,                  «
Her cheeke with laughter swellin,
Whilst all her friends cryd out amaine, " Unworthye Barbara Allen!"
When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Her harte was struck with sorrowe ;             so
" 0 mother, mother, make my bed, For I shall dye to-morrowe.
" Hard-harted creature him to slight,
Who loved me so dearlye: 0 that I had beene more kind to him,                 as
When he was alive and neare me!"
She, on her death-bed as she laye,
Beg'd to be buried by him, And sore repented of the daye,
That she did ere denye him.                             «o