Barbara Allen

Lyrics

It was round and about last Martinmas tide When the green leaves were swelling That young Jimmy Grove of the West Country Fell in love with Barbary Allen He sent his man into the town To the place where she was dwelling Says, "Will you come to my master dear If your name is Barbary Allen?" Then slowly, slowly got she up And slowly came she nigh him And all she said when there she came "Young man, I think you're dying" "Indeed, I'm sick and very sick And shan't get any better Unless I gain the love of one The love of Barbary Allen" "But don't you remember last Saturday night When the red wine you were spilling? You drank a health to the ladies there But you slighted Barbary Allen" And Death is printed on his face And all his heart is stealing And again he cried as she left his side "Hard-hoarded Barbary Allen" As she was a-going over the fields She heard the death-bell tolling And every sound it seemed to sigh "Hard-hearted Barbary Allen" "Oh mother, mother, make my bed Come make it soft and narrow Since Jimmy died for me today I shall die for him tomorrow"