Allens Cruelty:
OR, THE
Young-mans Tragedy.
With Barbara Allens Lamentation for her Unkindness to her Lover, and
her Self.
To the Tune of Barbara Allen. Licenced according to Order.
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IN Scarlet Town where I was bound,
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there was a fair Maid dwelling,
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Whom I had chosen to be my own
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and her name it was Barbara Allen.
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All in the merry Month of May,
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when green leaves they was springing,
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This young man on his Death-bed lay,
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for the love of Barbara Allen.
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He sent his man unto her then,
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to the Town where she was dwelling,
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You must come to my Master dear,
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if your name be Barbara Allen.
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For Death is printed in his face,
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and sorrows in him dwelling,
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And you must come to my Master dear,
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if your name be Barbara Allen.
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If Death be printed in his face,
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and sorrows in him dwelling,
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Then little better shall he be,
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for bonny Barbara Allen.
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So slowly, slowly she got up,
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and so slowly she came to him,
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And all she said when she came there,
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Young man I think you are a dying.
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He turnd his face unto her then,
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if you be Barbara Allen.
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My dear said he, come pitty me,
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as on my Death-Bed I am lying.
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If on your Death Bed you be lying,
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what is that to Barbara Allen.
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I cannot keep you from Death,
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so farewell, said Barbara Allen?
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He turnd his face unto the Wall,
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and Death came creeping to him;
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Then adieu, adieu and adieu to all,
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and adieu to Barbara Allen.
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And as she was walking on a day,
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she heard the Bell a Ringing,
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And it did seem to Ring to her,
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Unworthy Barbara Allen.
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She turnd her self round about,
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and she spyd the Corps a coming;
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Lay down lay down the Corps of Clay,
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that I may look upon him.
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And all the while she looked on,
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so loudly she lay laughing;
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While all her Friends cryd amain,
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Unworthy Barbara Allen.
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When he was dead and laid in Grave,
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then Death came creeping to she
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O Mother! Mother! make my Bed
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for his death hath quite undone we.
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A hard-hearted Creature that I was,
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to slight one that lovd me so dearly,
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I wish I had been more kinder to him,
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the time of his Life, when he was near me.
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So this Maid she then did dye,
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and desired to be buried by him,
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And repented her self before she dyd,
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that ever she did deny him.
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