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12. She looked east, she looked west, Till she saw the pale corpse coming: "Lay him down, lay him down, And let me look upon him."
13. The more she looked, the worse she got Till she bursted out in crying:
"Young man, young man, you died for me. I will die for you tomorrow."
14. They buried Sweet Willie in one church yard, And Barbey in the other,
And out of Barbey's breast sprang a red, red rose, And out of his a brier.
15. They grew and grew to such a lenght of height, Till they could not grow no higher;
And there they tied in a true-lover's knot And the rose run around the brier. |
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"Barbara Allen." Recorded by Mrs. Henry from the singing of Miss Mary Franklin, Crossnore, Avery County, North Carolina, July, 1929.
1. Early, early in the spring,
When the spring buds were a-swelling, Sweet William Gray on his death bed lay For the love of Barb'ra Allen.
2. He sent his servant to her town, He sent him to her dwelling,
Saying, "Here's a message for the lady fair, If your name be Barb'ra Allen."
3. Slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she went to him
But all she said when she got there
Was, "Young man, I think you're dying."
4. "Oh, yes, I'm sick, I'm very sick, And death is nigh me dwelling, But never, no better will I ever be Till I get Barb'ra Allen." |
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