Colin Meloy Barbara Allen
It was round and about last Martinmas tide
When the green leaves were swellin’
That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country
fell in llove with Barbrie Allen
He sent his men into the town
to the place where she was dwellin’
Oh will ye come to my master, dear
If ye name be Barbrie Allen
Then slowly, slowly got she up
And slowly came she nigh him;
And all she said when e'er she came,
“Young man I think you’re dyin’.”
Oh, yes I’m sick, I’m very sick
Indeed I think I'm dyin'
But a word from you will revive me again
Oh lovely Barbrie Allen
"Do you recall, young man," she said,
"When the red wine you were spillin'?
How you made the ladies' health(?) go 'round
And you slighted Barbrie Allen?"
And death is printed on his face
and all his heart(?)is stealin'
and again he cried as she left his side,
"Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!"
She was going over the field
she heard the death bell tollin'
and every sound that death bell gave---
"Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!"
Oh mother, mother make me a bed
Oh make it soft and narrow
since Jimmy died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow.