Bonny Barbara Allan (1823)/Bonny Barbara Allan

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BONNY BARBARA ALLAN.

It was in and about the Martinmas time,
When the green leases were a-falling,
That Sir John Graeme in the west countrie,
Fell in love with Barbara Allan

He sent his man down thro' the town,
To the place where she was dwelling;
O haste and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allan.

O hooly hooly rose she up,
To the place where he was lying.
And when she drew the curtain by,
Young man I think you're dying.

O it's I'm sick, and very very sick,
And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan,
O the better for me ye's never be,
Though your heart's blood were a' spilling.

O dinna mind, young man, she said,
When ye was in the tavern a-drinking,
That ye made the healths gae round,
And slighted Barbara Allan.

He turn'd his face unto the wa',
For death was wi' him dealing
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a',
Oh! be kind to Barbara Allan,

Slowly slowly rose she up,
And slowly, slowly left him;
She sighing, said, she could not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.

She had na gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead bell ringing,
And ever jow the dead-bell gied,
It cry’d woe to Barbara Allan!

O mother, mother, mak my bed,
O mak it saft and narrow;
Since my love died for me to-day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.