roger quilter - barbara allen كلمات أغنية

in scarlet town, where i was born
there was a fair maid dwellin’
made ev’ry youth cry ”well_a_day!”
her name was barb’ra allen

all in the merry month of may
when green buds they were swellin’
young jemmy grove on his death_bed lay
for love of barb’ra allen

then slowly, slowly she came up
and slowly she came nigh him
and all she said when there she came
“young man, i think you’re dying”

as she was walking o’er the fields
she hеard the dead_bell knеllin’
and ev’ry stroke the dead_bell gave
cried “woe to barb’ra allen!”

when he was dead and laid in grave
her heart was struck with sorrow
“o mother, mother, make my bed
for i shall die tomorrow.”

“farewell,” she said, “ye virgins all
and shun the fault i fell in;
henceforth take warning by the fall
of cruel barb’ra allen.”

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