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It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Graeme in the west country 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 rose she up, To the place where he was lying, And when she drew the curtain by, Young man, I think ye're dying.

O its I'm sick, and very very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan, O the better for me ye'se never be, Tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling.

O dinna ye mind, young man, said she, When ye was in the tavern a drinking