Bonny Barbara Allan

¹It was in and about the Martinmas time,

²When the green leaves were a-falling,

³That Sir John Graeme in the West Country

⁴Fell in love with Barbara Allan.

⁵He sent his man down through the town,

⁶To the place where she was dwelling:

⁷"O haste and come to my master dear,

⁸Gin ye be Barbara Allan."

⁹O slowly, slowly rose she up,

¹⁰To the place where he was lying,

¹¹And when she drew the curtain by:

¹²"Young man, I think you're dying."

¹³"O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick,

¹⁴And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan."

¹⁵"O the better for me ye shall never be,

¹⁶Though your heart's blood were a-spilling."

¹⁷"O dinna ye mind, young man," said she,

¹⁸"When ye the cups were filling,

¹⁹That ye made the healths go round and round,

²⁰And slighted Barbara Allan?"

²¹He turned his face unto the wall,

²²And death with him was dealing:

²³"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,

²⁴And be kind to Barbara Allan."

²⁵And slowly, slowly rose she up,

²⁶And slowly, slowly left him;

²⁷And sighing said she could not stay,

²⁸Since death of life had reft him.