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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 make it saft and narrow:
 * O mother, mother, make my bed,

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.

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