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BARBARA ALLEN
As recorded by Fred Jordan on A Shropshire Lad – English folk singer, Veteran VTD148CD, ballad recorded 1952

It was one day in the month of May
When the flowers they were bloomin'
And Johnny on his sickbed lay
For the love of Barb'ra Allen

And slowly, slowly she came up
And slowly she came nigh him
An' all she said when there she came:
Young man, I think you're dyin'

Poor Johnny died on one fine day
And Barb'ra died on the morrow
Johnny died for Barb'ra's love
And Barb'ra died for sorrow

On Johnny's grave there grew a thorn
On Barb'ra's grew a briar
They tangled and they twisted then
For the sake of one another

Look up, look up by my bedside
Go find a bangle hangin'
With my gold watch and silver chain
All left for Barb'ra Allen