Familiar Songs - Their Authors & Histories

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It was in and about the Mart'mas time, When the green leaves were a fallin',
"That Sir John Graham, in the west countrie, Fell in love wi' Barbara Allan.
He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwallin',
O, haste arid come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
O, slowly, slowly rase she up,
To the place where he was lyin', And when she drew the curtain by,
" Young man, I think ye're dyin'."
" It's oh, I'm sick, I'm very, very sick,
And it's a' for Barbara Allan; O, the better, for me ye'se never be
Though your heart's bluid were a-spillin'."
* O, dinna ye mind, young man, she said, When ye was in the tavern a-drinkin',
The English version
In Scarlet Town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin', And every youth cried well awa';
Her name was Barbara Allan. Her name was Barbara Allan,
Her name was Barbara Allan, All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swelling, Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allan.
He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she did well in, Saying, " You must come to my master,
If your name be Barbara Allen; For death is printed on his face,
And o'er his heart is stealin', Then haste away to comfort him,
O lovely Barbara Allan."
" Though death be printed on his face,
And o'er his heart be stealin', Yet little better shall he be
For bonny Barbara Allan." So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him, And all she said when there she came,
"Young man I think your dying!"
He turned his face unto her straight,
With deadly sorrow sighing: *' Oh! pretty maid, come pity me,
I'm on my death-bed lying." *' If on your death-bed you do lie,
What needs the tale your tellin', I cannot keep you from your death; —
Farewell!" said Barbara Allan.
That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slichtit Barbara Allan."
He turned his face unto the wa, And death was with him dealin';
" Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a', And be kind to Barbara Allan."
And slowly, slowly, rase she up,
And slowly, slowly left him, And sighin', said, she could not stay,
Since deyth of life had reft him.
She hadna gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the deid-bell ringing
And every jow the deid-bell gi'ed, It cried, " Wae to Barbara Allan."
" Oh, mother, mother, mak' my bed,
And mak' it saft and narrow; Since my love died for me to-day
I'll die for him to-morrow."
is as follows:
He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was with him dealin', "Adieu, adieu, my friends all,
Adieu to Barbara Allan." As she was walkin' o'er the fields,
She heard the bells a' knellin', And every stroke did seem to say,
" Unworthy Barbara Allan."
She turned her body round about,
And spied the corpse a coming; " Lay down, lay down the corpse," she said,
" That I may look upon him." With scornful eyes she looked down;
Her cheeks with laughter swellin', Whilst all her friends cried out amain,
" Unworthy Barbara Allen."
When he was dead and in his grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow; " O mother, mother make my bed,
For I shall die to-morrow. Hard-hearted creature, him to slight,
Why loved me so dearly, O! that I'd been more kind to him,
When he was alive and near me."
She on her death-bed as she lay,
Begged to be buried by him, And sore repented of the day,
That she did e'er deny him. '• Farewell! " she said, "ye virgins all
And shun the fault I fell in ; Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barbara Allan."