He sent his servant to the town Where his love were dwelling 2 My mawster's seeke (sick) and he sends for thee If your name be Barbaree Allen Oh slowly, slowly she got up, And slowly she went onto him These were the words she says to him Young man, I think you're dying Oh don't you remember the other day When you'se in town ah drinkin' You treated to the ladies all around You slighted Barbaree Allen. I do remember the other day When I'se in town ah drinking Ah treated to the ladies all around My respects to Barbaree Allen. He turned his pale face to the wall He turned his back upon her It's farewell. Farewell to all my friends Farewell to Barbaree Allen She look-ed east. She look-ed west She saw them corpse a coming Oh, lay him down by the cold side clay That I may look upon him The fudder she got the more she wept She burst out in a crying I might have saved this young man's life Hard-hearted Barbaree Allen Come Mother now and make my bed And make it both soft and narrow Sweet William _ died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow. (over)
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