It was in and about the Martinmas time,
When the green leaves were a falling,
That Sir John Graham in the west country
Fell in love with Barbara Allen.
He sent his man down through the town,
To the place where she was dwelling:
O haste and cum to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allen.
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.
He turn'd his face unto the wa',
And death was wi' him dealing:
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a',
And be kind to Barbara Allen,
And slowly, slowly raise she up,
And slowly, slowly left him;
And sighing, said, she cou'd not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.
O mither, mither, mak my bed,
O mak it saft and narrow,
Since my love died for me to-day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.
Gin = if
Hooly = slowly, cautiously
Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani
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