| When the green leaves were swellin'
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| That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country
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| fell in llove with Barbrie Allen
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| He sent his men into the town
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| to the place where she was dwellin'
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| Oh will ye come to my master, dear
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| If ye name be Barbrie Allen
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| Then slowly, slowly got she up
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| And slowly came she nigh him;
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| And all she said when e’er she came,
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| «Young man I think you’re dyin'.»
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| Oh, yes I’m sick, I’m very sick
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| Indeed I think I’m dyin'
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| But a word from you will revive me again
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| Oh lovely Barbrie Allen
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| «Do you recall, young man,"she said,
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| «When the red wine you were spillin'?
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| How you made the ladies’health (?) go 'round
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| And you slighted Barbrie Allen?»
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| And death was printed on his face
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| and all his heart (?) was stealin'
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| and he cried when she left his side,
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| «Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!»
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| She was going over the field
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| she heard the death bell tollin'
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| and every sound the death bell gave---
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| «Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!»
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| Oh mother, mother make me a bed
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| Oh make it soft and narrow
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| since Jimmy died for me today
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| I’ll die for him tomorrow. |