August 2012
In London town where I were born
I met a fair maiden a-dwelling
I picked one up for to be my bride
and her name it were Barbara Allen
now mother dear, who’ll make my bed
and make it long and narrow
if my true love were to die this day
then I will die tomorrow
so slowly she puts on her clothes
and slowly she came a-walking
come walking through oh to my bedside
and says ‘young man, you’re dying’
‘now a dying man, must you say I am?
one kiss of yours it will cure me’
‘not a kiss of mine, you will never have
if your kind heart lay breaking’
oh mother dear, look under my bed
you’ll find a basin a-standing
that’s full of tears that I have shed this night
through the love of Barbara Allen
Allen, in the love of Barbara Allen.