| Song | Barbara Allen |
| Artist | Colin Meloy |
| Album | PDX Pop Now! 2006 |
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| ‘Twas round and about last Mai in the (side?) | |
| When the green leaves were swellin’ | |
| That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country | |
| fell in llove with Barbrie Allen | |
| He sent his men into the town | |
| to the place where she was dwellin’ | |
| Oh will ye come to my master, dear | |
| If ye name be Barbrie Allen | |
| Then slowly, slowly got she up | |
| And slowly came she nigh him; | |
| And all she said when e'er she came, | |
| “Young man I think you’re dyin’.” | |
| Oh, yes I’m sick, I’m very sick | |
| Indeed I think I'm dyin' | |
| But a word from you will revive me again | |
| Oh lovely Barbrie Allen | |
| "Do you recall, young man," she said, | |
| "When the red wine you were spillin'? | |
| How you made the ladies' health(?) go 'round | |
| And you slighted Barbrie Allen?" | |
| And death was printed on his face | |
| and all his heart(?) was stealin' | |
| and he cried when she left his side, | |
| "Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
| She was going over the field | |
| she heard the death bell tollin' | |
| and every sound the death bell gave--- | |
| "Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
| Oh mother, mother make me a bed | |
| Oh make it soft and narrow | |
| since Jimmy died for me today | |
| I'll die for him tomorrow. |
| ' Twas round and about last Mai in the side? | |
| When the green leaves were swellin' | |
| That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country | |
| fell in llove with Barbrie Allen | |
| He sent his men into the town | |
| to the place where she was dwellin' | |
| Oh will ye come to my master, dear | |
| If ye name be Barbrie Allen | |
| Then slowly, slowly got she up | |
| And slowly came she nigh him | |
| And all she said when e' er she came, | |
| " Young man I think you' re dyin'." | |
| Oh, yes I' m sick, I' m very sick | |
| Indeed I think I' m dyin' | |
| But a word from you will revive me again | |
| Oh lovely Barbrie Allen | |
| " Do you recall, young man," she said, | |
| " When the red wine you were spillin'? | |
| How you made the ladies' health? go ' round | |
| And you slighted Barbrie Allen?" | |
| And death was printed on his face | |
| and all his heart? was stealin' | |
| and he cried when she left his side, | |
| " Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
| She was going over the field | |
| she heard the death bell tollin' | |
| and every sound the death bell gave | |
| " Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
| Oh mother, mother make me a bed | |
| Oh make it soft and narrow | |
| since Jimmy died for me today | |
| I' ll die for him tomorrow. |
| ' Twas round and about last Mai in the side? | |
| When the green leaves were swellin' | |
| That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country | |
| fell in llove with Barbrie Allen | |
| He sent his men into the town | |
| to the place where she was dwellin' | |
| Oh will ye come to my master, dear | |
| If ye name be Barbrie Allen | |
| Then slowly, slowly got she up | |
| And slowly came she nigh him | |
| And all she said when e' er she came, | |
| " Young man I think you' re dyin'." | |
| Oh, yes I' m sick, I' m very sick | |
| Indeed I think I' m dyin' | |
| But a word from you will revive me again | |
| Oh lovely Barbrie Allen | |
| " Do you recall, young man," she said, | |
| " When the red wine you were spillin'? | |
| How you made the ladies' health? go ' round | |
| And you slighted Barbrie Allen?" | |
| And death was printed on his face | |
| and all his heart? was stealin' | |
| and he cried when she left his side, | |
| " Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
| She was going over the field | |
| she heard the death bell tollin' | |
| and every sound the death bell gave | |
| " Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
| Oh mother, mother make me a bed | |
| Oh make it soft and narrow | |
| since Jimmy died for me today | |
| I' ll die for him tomorrow. |