One Hundred English Folksongs/Barbara Ellen

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Barbara Ellen

Collected and arranged by
Cecil J. Sharp

9.As I was walking up the grovesAnd met his corpse a-coming:Stay, stay, said she, and stop awhile,That I may gaze all on you.

10.The more she gazed, the more she smiled,Till she burst out a-laughing;And her parents cried out: Fie, for shame,Hard hearted Barb’ra Ellen.

11.Come, mother, come, make up my bed,Make it both long and narrow;My true love died for me yesterday,I’ll die for him tomorrow.

12.And he was buried in Edmonstone,And she was buried in Cold Harbour;And out of him sprang roses red,And out of her sweet briar.

13.It grew and grew so very highTill it could grow no higher;And around the top growed a true lover’s knotAnd around it twined sweet-briar.