1.
One morning, one morning,
in the month of May,
when the flowery buds were swellin',
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For the love of Barabra Allan.
2nd.
He sent his servant down to town,
To tell her to come to him.
And slowly, slowly, she did dress
And slowly she went to him.
3rd.
And all she said when she got there,
"Young man I think you're dying,
And die O! die, and die you may,
You cant get Barabra Allan!"
4th.
"Do you remember the other day,
When you was at town a drinkin',
You drank the health of the ladies there,
And slighted Barabra Allan!"
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