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BARBARA ALLEN
(Pat Frye)
He sent his servant to the town
Where his love were dwelling
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.
Out at his grave growed a white rose
Out at hern growed a bri-er
They growed and they tied
In a true loves knot
They rose around they bri-er
