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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.
YARROW.
I dream'd a dreary dream last night;
God keep us a' frae sorrow!
I dream'd I pu'd the birk sae green,
Wi' my true love on Yarrow.
I'll read your dream, my sister dear,
