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Was first published in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany, (ii. 171,) from which it is transferred verbatim into Herd's Scottish Songs, Johnson's Museum, Ritson's Scottish Songs, &c. Percy printed it, "with a few conjectural emendations, from a written copy," Reliques, iii. 175, together with another version, which follows the present. Mr. G. F. Graham, Songs of Scotland, ii. 157, has pointed out an allusion to the "little Scotch Song of Barbary Allen," in Pepys's Diary, 2 Jan. 1665–6.

It was in and about the Martinmas time,

When the green leaves were a falling,

That Sir John Graeme in the west country

Fell in love with Barbara Allan.

He sent his man down through the town,5

To the place where she was dwelling;

"O haste and come to my master dear,

Gin ye be Barbara Allan."

O hooly, hooly rose she up,

To the place where he was lying,10

And when she drew the curtain by,

"Young man, I think you're dying."

"O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick,

And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan:"

"O the better for me ye's never be,15

Tho' your heart's blood were a spilling.

"O dinna ye mind, young man," said she,

"When ye was in the tavern a drinking,

That ye made the healths gae round and round,

And slighted Barbara Allan."20

He turn'd his face unto the wall,

And death was with him dealing;

"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,

And be kind to Barbara Allan."

And slowly, slowly raise she up,25

And slowly, slowly left him;

And sighing said, she cou'd not stay,

Since death of life had reft him.

She had not gane a mile but twa,

When she heard the dead-bell ringing,30

And every jow that the dead-bell geid,

It cry'd "Woe to Barbara Allan!"

"O mother, mother, make my bed,

O make it saft and narrow;

Since my love died for me today,35

I'll die for him tomorrow."