Barbara Allen

It was in and about the Martinmas time,

When the green leaves were a falling,

That Sir John Graham in the west country

Fell in love with Barbara Allen.

He sent his man down through the town,

To the place where she was dwelling:

O haste and cum to my master dear,

Gin ye be Barbara Allen.

O hooly, hooly rose she up,

To the place where he was lying,

And when she drew the curtain by,

Young man, I think you're dying.

He turn'd his face unto the wa',

And death was wi' him dealing:

Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a',

And be kind to Barbara Allen,

And slowly, slowly raise she up,

And slowly, slowly left him;

And sighing, said, she cou'd not stay,

Since death of life had reft him.

O mither, mither, mak my bed,

O mak it saft and narrow,

Since my love died for me to-day,

I'll die for him to-morrow.