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Title
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Barbara Allen
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Singer
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Mills, James
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
In Reading town, where I was born,
A fair maid there was dwelling,
I picked her out to be my wife,
And her name was Barbara Allen.
Verse 2
Twas in the merry month of May,
When green leaves they were springing,
A young man on his deathbed lay,
For the love of Barbara Allen.
Verse 3
He sent to her a servant man,
To the place where she was dwelling,
Saying - 'Fair maid, to my master you must go,
If your name is Barbara Allen.'
Verse 4
So slowly, slowly she walked in,
So slowly she went to him,
And when she got to his bedside,
She said - 'Young man, you're dying.
Verse 5
Nothing but Death's print on thy cheeks,
All joys they are fled from thee,
I cannot save thee from the grave,
So farewell, my dearest Johnny!'
Verse 6
As she was walking in the fields,
She heard the bells a-ringing,
And as they rang they seemed to say -
'Hard hearted Barbara Allen.'
Verse 7
'Hard hearted creature, sure, I was,
To one that loved me so dearly;
I wish I had more kinder been,
In the time of life, when he was near me.'
Verse 8
Twas he that died on one good day,
And she that died the morrow;
Twas only he that died of love,
And she that died for sorrow.
