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(3) 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,

nndand [sic] 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.

+oooo+

MACPHERSON's RANT.

I've spent my time in rioting,

debauch'd my health and strength!

I've pillag'd, pluuder'dplunder'd [sic], murdered!

but now, alas! at length,