{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/boeb/boeb11.htm","path":"neu/eng/boeb/boeb11.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/boeb/boeb11.htm","text":"ALL in the merry month of May,\n \u00a0\u00a0When green buds they were swelling,\n Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay\n \u00a0\u00a0For love o' Barbara Allen.\nHe sent his man unto her then,\n \u00a0\u00a0To the town where she was dwelling:\n \"O haste and come to my master dear,\n \u00a0\u00a0If your name be Barbara Allen.\"\nSlowly, slowly rase she up,\n \u00a0\u00a0And she cam' where he was lying;\n And when she drew the curtain by,\n \u00a0\u00a0Says, \"Young man, I think you're dying.\"\n\"O it's I am sick, and very, very sick,\n \u00a0\u00a0And it's a' for Barbara Allen.\"\n \"O the better for me ye'se never be,\n \u00a0\u00a0Tho' your heart's blude were a-spilling!\n\"O dinna ye min', young man,\" she says,\n \u00a0\u00a0\"When the red wine ye were filling,\n That ye made the healths gae round and round\n \u00a0\u00a0And ye slighted Barbara Allen?\"\nHe turn'd his face unto the wa',\n \u00a0\u00a0And death was wi' him dealing:\n \"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends a';\n \u00a0\u00a0Be kind to Barbara Allen.\"\nAs she was walking o'er the fields,\n \u00a0\u00a0She heard the dead-bell knelling;\n And every jow the dead-bell gave,\n \u00a0\u00a0It cried, \"Woe to Barbara Allen!\"\n\"O mother, mother, mak' my bed,\n \u00a0\u00a0To lay me down in sorrow.\n My love has died for me to-day,\n \u00a0\u00a0I'll die for him to-morrow.\"","title":"A Book of Old English Ballads: Barbara Allen's Cruelty","type":"page"}