Barbara Allen - Colin Meloy

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.