Barbara Allen's Cruelty,
OR, THE
Young Man's Tragedy;
WITH
Barbara allen's Lamentation for her Unkindness to her Lover and herself.
To the Tune of, Barbara Allen.
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IN fearlet 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 Made 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 it be Barbara Allen.
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For Death is printed in his Face,
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And sorrow in him dwelling,
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And thou 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 come to him,
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And so slowly she came to him,
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And all she said when came the[r]e,
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Young Man, I think you're a dying,
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He turn'd 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 farewel Barbara Allen.
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He turn'd his faee unto the wall,
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And death came creeping to him,
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Then adieu adieu and adieu to you all,
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And adieu to barbara Allen.
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And as she was walking one day,
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She heard the Bells a ringing,
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And it did seem to ring for her,
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Unworthy Barbara Allen,
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She turned herself round about,
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And She espy'd the corps a eoming.
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Lay down lay down the corps she said,
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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 cry'd out 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 me
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a hard hearted creature that i was,
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to slight one that Loved me so dearly
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I wish I had been more kinder to him,
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in time of his 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 dy'd,
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that ever she did deny him.
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as she was lying down to die,
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a sad few'd she fell in,
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She said I pray take warning by,
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Heard hearred Barbara Allen.
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