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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 7 |
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"Lord, a lady is dead," an old lady said, "And her name was Lady Nancy."
He ordered her grave to be opened wide,
Her shroud to be torn down, And there he kissed her cold pale lips,
Till the tears came trinkling down.
Lady Nancy was buried in the cold church ground.
Lord Lover was buried close by her; And out of her bosom there grew a rose,
And out of Lord Lover's a briar.
They grew and they grew to the church steeple high,
Till they could grow no higher. And there they tied in a true lover's knot
For all true lovers to admire. |
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3 (A) BARBERY ALLEN (
It was early in the month of May, The rosebuds they were swelling;
Little Jimmy Grooves on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbery Allen. |
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He sent his servant into the town Where she'd been lately dwelling, |
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