Barbara Allens CRUELTY:
OR THE
YOUNG MANs TRAGEDY.
WITH
Barbara Allens Lamentation for her Unkindness
to her Lover, and her ownself.
Licensed and Entered according to Order.
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IN Scarlet Town where I was bound,
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There was a fair Maid dwelling,
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Whom I had choosd to be my own,
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Her name was Barbara Allen.
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All in the merry Month of May,
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When green leaves were a springing
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This young Man on his Death-bed lay,
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For love of Barbara Allen.
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He sent his Man unto her then,
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To Town where she was dwelling,
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You must come to my Master dear,
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If you be Barbara Allen.
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For Death is painted in his Face,
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Sorrows in him are dwelling;
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Thou must come to my Master dear,
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If you be Barbara Allen.
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If Death be painted in his Face,
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And Sorrows in him dwelling;
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Then little better shall he be,
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For bonny Barbara Allen.
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So slowly, slowly, she came to him,
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So slowly she came to him,
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And all she said when she came there,
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Young Man I think youre dying.
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He turned his Face unto her then,
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If you be Barbara Allen;
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My Dear, said he, come pity me,
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On my Death-bed Im lying.
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If on your Death-bed you be lying,
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Whats that to Barbara Allen;
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I cannot keep you from grim Death,
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So farewel Barbara Allen.
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He turnd his Face unto the Wall,
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And Death came creeping to him,
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Adieu, adieu, and adieu to all,
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Adieu to Barbara Allen.
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And as she was walking one Day,
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She heard the Bells a ringing,
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And they did seem to ring to her,
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Unworthy Barbara Allen.
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She turnd herself round about,
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And spyd the Corpse a coming,
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Lay down, lay down the corpse, she said
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That I may look upon him.
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And all the while she looked on,
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So loudly she lay laughing;
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While all her Friends cryd out amain,
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Unworthy Barbara Allen.
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When he was dead and laid in grave,
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Then Death came creeping to her.
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Oh Mother! Mother! make my Bed,
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His Death doth quite undo me.
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Hard hearted Creature that I was,
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To slight one that lovd dearly;
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I wish Id been more kind to him,
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In Time of his Life when near me.
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So this maid at last she did die,
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Who would be buried by him;
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Repented herself before she dyd,
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That eer she did deny him.
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As she was lying down to die,
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A sad feud then she fell in;
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She said, I pray take warning by
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Hard hearted Barbara Allen.
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