ANONYMOUS
As she was walking o'er the fields, She heard the dead-bell knellm';
And every jow the dead-bell gave Cried 'Woe to Barbara Allen.'
- O mother, mother, make my bed,
O make it saft and narrow:
My love has died for me to-day, I'll die for him to-morrow.
'Farewell,' she said, *yc virgins all, And shun the fault I fell in
Henceforth take warning by the fall Of cruel Barbara Allen.'
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THE Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay all flesh is hay:
Thus think, then drink Tobacco.
And when the smoke ascends on high, Think thou behold'st the vanity Of worldly stuff, gone with a puff
Thus think, then drink Tobacco.
But when the pipe grows foul within, Think of thy soul defiled with sin, And that the fire doth it require:
Thus think, then drink Tobacco.
399 jow] beat, toll.
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