Hard hearted Barb'ra (H)Ellen

In Scotland I was bred adden born,

In Scotland was e my dwellin;

And theere I coorted a pretty mad,

And her name was Bahbre (H)Ellen.

I coorted her for a month or two,

Thinkin' I should gan her favor;

But never to me did she prove kind,

For all the coort I paid 'er.

Then I sent a servant to er e house

The house that she did dwellin;

Sayhin: 'My master wants te speak with you,

If your name be Bahbre (H)Ellen.'

Aw slowly, slowly she got up,

And slowly she came nigh him;

And all she said, when she came theere:

'Yoong man, I think you're dyin'.'

Then he stretched oat his lily-white arms,

Thinkin' to pull her to him;

She turned her back and went awaa.

Then he cried: 'Hard hearted Bahbre (H)Ellen.'

As she was walkin' in the 'igh churchyard

She heard his death bell tollin';

And every toll it seemed to sa

'Hard-hearted Bahbre (H)Ellen.'

As she was walkin' the streets along

She met his curpse acomin'.

'La doan, la doan this curpse of cla,

That I may gaze epun 'im.'

And e when she saw his lily-white face,

She could not forbeer smilin';

Then her parents cried, they cried and said:

'Hard-hearted Bahbre (H)Ellen.'

She ceried and said: 'O mother dear,

make me a bed both soft and shaller;

For my treeoo love has died tedaa

And I'll die for him temorrer.'

Her mother dear she made her a bed,

Both soft and fit for dyin'.

'For O I reeoo, for O I reeoo,

I reeoo that I denied him.'

Her mother dear, she made her a bed,

She made it both soft and shaller.

She turned her pale white face to the wall

addend death came creepin' on her.

The won was buried in the 'igh churchyard,

And the other in the kwier;

The won sprung up a red rosebud,

And the other a green brier.

Then they greeoo and greeoo to the high church top

And could not get any higher.

And they met and they tied of a treeoo lovers knot

Fower all the wurruld to admiyer.