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 Tho’ the castle of Richmond stands fair on the hill.

My hall,' quoth bold Allen, ‘ shows gallanter still;

'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale'.

And with all his bright spangles,’ said Allen-a-dale.

The father was steel, and the mother was stone.

They lifted the latch and bade him begone;

But loud on the morrow their wail and their cry—

He had laugh’d on the lass wi’ his bonnie black eye;

And she fled to the forest to hear a love-tale.

And the youth it was told by was Allen-a-dale.





’Twas in and about the Martinmas time.

When the green leaves were a-falling,

That Sir John Grame o’ the west country

Fell in lovo with Barbara Allan.

He sent his man down through the town,

To the place where she was dwelling,

O haste and come to my master dear.

Gin ye be Barbara Allan.

O hooly rose she up and came

To the place where he was lying.

And drew the curtain by, and said.

Young man, I think you’re dying.

O it’s I’m sick, I’m very sick.

And ’tis a’ for Barbara Allan,

O the better for me ye’s never be.

Though your heart’s blood were a spilling.