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Bonny Barbara Allan |
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3. Early along in the spring,
When the red roses were blooming, A young man on his death bed lay For the love of Barbey Ellen.
4. He sent his servant down to town To a place where she was dwelling : "My master is love-sick and sent for you, If your name is Barbey Ellen."
5. She slightly talked and slowly walked And slowly went unto him.
"Young man, young man, I heard you were sick, For the love of me, your darling."
6. "Yes, I am sick, and very sick And with me death is dwelling And none the better will I be, Till I get Barbey Ellen."
7. "Yes, you are sick, and very sick, And with you death is dwelling, But none the better will you be While my name is Barbey Ellen.
8. "Don't you remember the other day When we were all a-drinking,
You passed the glass to the ladies all around, But you slighted me, your darling?"
9. "Yes, I remember the other day, When we were all a-drinking:
I passed the glass to the ladies all around, But all for you, my darling."
10. He turned his pale face to the wall, His back he turned towards them: "Adieu, adieu, to all this world, But be kind to Barbey Ellen."
11. She had not rode five miles from town^ Till she heard the death bells ringing, And every lick, it seemed to strike: "Hard hearted Barbey Ellen." |
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