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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 9
Where I drank my health to the ladies all; But my love was to Barbery Allen."
She had not gone more than half a mile
Till she saw the corpse a-coming; Saying, " Lay those corpse before my eyes
That I may look upon them."
The more she looked the more she wept,
Till she burst out a-crying; And then she kissed those tear cold cheeks
That she refused when dying.
" 0 mamma, mamma, go make my bed,
Go make it long and narrow; Little Jimmy Grooves has died of love,
And I will die of sorrow.
"0 mamma, mamma, go make my bed,
Go make it long and narrow; Little Jimmy Grooves has died today,
And I will die tomorrow."
Little Jimmy was buried in the new churchyard
And Barbery close beside him, And out of his grave grew a red rose,
And out of hers a briar.
They grew and grew to the old church top Till they both could grow no higher,
And they both were tied in a true-lover's knot, The red rose and the briar. |
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