BARBARA ALLENs Cruelty;
OR, THE
Young Mans TRAGEDY.
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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 for 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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Where green leaves they were springing
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This young man on his death bed lay,
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For the sake 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 is 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 thy name is 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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O little better shall he be
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For Bonny Barbary Allen.
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So slowly she came to him,
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And so slowly she came to him;
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And all she said when she came to him,
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Young man, I think you are dying.
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He turnd his face unto her then,
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If you are Barbara Allen,
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My dear, said he, come pity me,
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As I am on my death-bed lying.
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If you are on your death-bed lying,
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What is that to Barbara Allen?
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I cannot keep you from your death,
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Then farewell Barbara Allen.
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He turnd his face unto the wall,
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And death came creeping on him,
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Then adieu, adieu, adieu to you all,
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And adieu to Barbara Allen.
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As she was walking out one day,
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She heard the bells a ringing,
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And they did seem to ring to her,
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Unworthy Barbara Allen.
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She turnd herself round about,
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And saw the corpse a coming,
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Lay down, lay down, the corpse said she,
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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 out amain,
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Unworthy Barbara Allen,
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When he was dead and laid in his 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 will quite undo me.
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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 kind to him,
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In time of life when he was near me.
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So this maid she then did die,
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And desired to be buried by him;
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And repented herself before she dyd,
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That eer she did deny him.
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As she was lying down to die,
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A sad feud she fell in;
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She said, I pray take warning by
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Hardhearted Barbara Allen.
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