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10 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS (B) BARBARA ALLEN
Honor, Honor, is the town
In which three maids were dwelling.
There is only one I call my own, Her name is Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to her town And he sent him to her dwelling.
"My master, O he's very sick For the love of Barbara Allen."
Slowly, slowly she rose up, And to his bedside was going.
She pulled the curtains to aside And said "Young man, you're a-dying."
He stretched out his pale white hand,
Expecting to touch hers, She hopped and skipped all over the floor
And "Young man, I won't have ye."
Sweet William died on Saturday night,
And Barbara on Sunday. The Old Woman died last of all,
She died on Easter Monday. |
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