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Barbara allan to bill and anne mulloy of calgary, alberta |
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It was in and about the martinmas time |
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When the green leaves were a fallin' |
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That sir john graeme o' the west countree |
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Fell in love wi' barbara allan |
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He sent his men down thro' the town |
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To the place where she was dwellin' |
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O haste and come to my master dear |
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Gin ye be barbara allan |
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O hooly hooly rose she up |
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To the place where he was lyin' |
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And when she drew the curtain by |
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Young man i think yer dyin' |
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Oh it's i am sick and very very sick |
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And it's a for barbara allan |
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O the better for me ye se never be |
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Tho' your hearts blood be spillin' |
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Remember ye not in the tavern sir |
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When ye the cups were fillin' |
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How ye made the healths gae round and round |
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And slighted barbara allan |
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He turned his face unto the wa' |
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And death was with him dealin' |
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Adieu adieu my dear friands a' |
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Be kind tae barbara alan |
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Then hooly hooly raise she up |
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And slowly slowly left him |
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And sighing said she could not stay |
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Since death o'life had reft him |
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She hadnae gone a mile but twa |
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When she heard the deid bell knellin' |
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And every jow tha the deid bell gied |
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Cried woe tae barbara allan |
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O mother mother make my bed |
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O make it fast and narrow |
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Since my love died for me today |
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I die for him tomorrow |
