William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Bonny Barbara AllanAnonymous
I
When the green leaves were a falling,
That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country,
Fell in love with Barbara Allan.
To the place where she was dwelling;
‘O haste and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allan.’
To the place where he was lying,
And when she drew the curtain by,
‘Young man, I think you’re dying.’
And ’tis a’ for Barbara Allan.’
‘O the better for me ye’s never be,
Tho’ your heart’s blood were a spilling.’
‘When ye was in the tavern a drinking,
That ye made the healths gae round and round,
And slighted Barbara Allan?’
And death was with him dealing;
‘Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barbara Allan.’
And slowly, slowly left him,
And sighing, said, she coud not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.
When she heard the dead-bell ringing,
And every jow that the dead-bell geid,
It cry’d, ‘Woe to Barbara Allan!’
O make it saft and narrow!
Since my love died for me to-day,
I’ll die for him to-morrow.’