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 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 its 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.

O dinna ye mind, young man she said,

When the red wine ye were filling,

That ye made their healths go round and round,

And slighted Barbara Allan?

He turn’d his face unto the wall,

And death was with him dealing,

Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,

And be kind to Barbara Allan.

O slowly, slowly raise she up,

And slowly, slowly left him

CndAnd [sic] sighing, said, she could not stay,

Since death of life had ’reft him.

She had not gane a mile but twa,

When she heard the death-bell knelling,

And every jow that the dead bell gied

It cry‘d, wo to Barbara Allan.

O mother, mother, make my bed,

O make rtit [sic] saft and narrow,

Since my love died for me to day,

I’ll die for him to-morrow.

