Bonny Barbara Allan (4)/Bonny Barbara Allan

BONNY BARBARA ALLAN.

It was in and about the Martinmas time,
when the green leaves were a-falling,
That Sir John Graeme, in the west countrie
fell in love with Barbara Allan.

He sent his man down thro' the town,
to the place where she was dwelling;
O haste and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allan.

O hooly, hooly went she up,
to the place where he was lying,
And when she drew the curtain by,
Young man, I think you're dying.

O ⟨it's⟩ I'm sick, and very sick,
and 'tis a' for Barbara Allan.
O the better for me ye's never be,
tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling.

O dinna ye mind, young man, said she,
when ye was in the tavern drinking,
Ye made the healths gae round & round,
but slsghted Barbara Allan.

He turn'd his face unto the wa',
and death was with him dealing;
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a',
and be kind to Barbara Allan.

And slowly, slowly raise she up,
nnd slowly, slowly left him;
And, sighing, said, she cou'd not stay,
since death of life had 'rest him.

She had not gane a mile but twa,
when she heard the dead-bell ringing;
And ev'ry jow that the dead-bell geid,
It cry'd, Woe to Barbara Allan!

O mother, mother, make my bed!
O make it saft and narrow!
Since my love died for me to-day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.