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Barbara Allen
"Barbry Allen"
The four verses that I remember hearing as a boy.
In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwellin,
And every bairn cried well away-
Her name was Barbry Allen
'Twas in the merry month of May,
The green buds were a swellin
When Jimmy Graeme on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbry Allen
He sent his man unto her then,
To the place where she was dwellin,
Saying, "Won't you come to my master dear,"
If your name be Barbry Allen.
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Oh Mother, Mother, make my bed,
And make it long and narrow-
My true love died for me today;
I'll die for him tomorrow.
Mr. Herman Eggers