English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Barbara Allen
	12 They grew as high as the new church house, They could not grow any higher; They grew and tied in a true love knot, A rose grew on the briar.
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	2 There stands three young ladies so fair, They're dressed in every colour. There's not but one that I call my own And that is Barbara Ellen. 3 It wasn't very long before William taken sick, Death was all he dreaded. Sent his love for Barbara to come, She come, she come a-running. 4 And all she said when she got there : Young man, I think you're dying. O yes, I'm sick, I'm very sick And never be no better. 5 It wasn't very long till Barbara started home. She heard the corpse bells ringing. She looked East, she looked West And saw the pale corpse coming.
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