Barbara Allen
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In Scartletown where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
Made every youth cry well-a-day
Her name was Barbara Allen
All in the meadow in Monforth Bay
When green buds they were swelling
Young Jemmy Grove on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
And Death is printed on his face
And all his heart is stealing
Then hither wasted walked I would comfort him
Poor lovely Barbara Allen
So slowly, slowly she came up
And slowly she came nigh me
And all she said when there she came
"Young man, I think you're dying"
When he was dead and laid in grave
Her heart was struck with sorrow
"Oh Barbara, Barbara make my bed
For I shall die tomorrow"
"Farewell," she said, "dear maiden low
And shun the fault I fell in
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Take warning by the fall of cruel Barbara Allen"