Barbara Allan

<br>Barbara allan to bill and anne mulloy of calgary, alberta<br><br><br><br>It was in and about the martinmas time<br><br>When the green leaves were a fallin<br><br>That sir john graeme o the west countree<br><br>Fell in love wi barbara allan<br><br>He sent his men down thro the town<br><br>To the place where she was dwellin<br><br>O haste and come to my master dear<br><br>Gin ye be barbara allan<br><br>O hooly hooly rose she up<br><br>To the place where he was lyin<br><br>And when she drew the curtain by<br><br>Young man I think yer dyin<br><br>Oh its I am sick and very very sick<br><br>And its a for barbara allan<br><br>O the better for me ye se never be<br><br>Tho your hearts blood be spillin<br><br>Remember ye not in the tavern sir<br><br>When ye the cups were fillin<br><br>How ye made the healths gae round and round<br><br>And slighted barbara allan<br><br>He turned his face unto the wa<br><br>And death was with him dealin<br><br>Adieu adieu my dear friands a<br><br>Be kind tae barbara alan<br><br>Then hooly hooly raise she up<br><br>And slowly slowly left him<br><br>And sighing said she could not stay<br><br>Since death olife had reft him<br><br>She hadnae gone a mile but twa<br><br>When she heard the deid bell knellin<br><br>And every jow tha the deid bell gied<br><br>Cried woe tae barbara allan<br><br>O mother mother make my bed<br><br>O make it fast and narrow<br><br>Since my love died for me today<br><br>I die for him tomorrow