It was in and about the Martinmas time,1
When the green leaves were a‐fallin';
That Sir John Graeme in the West Country
Fell in love with Barbara Allan.
He sent his man down through the town
To the place where she was dwellin':
"0 haste and come to my master dear,
Gin2 ye be Barbara Allan."
0 slowly, slowly rase3 she up,
To the place where he was lyin',
And when she drew the curtain by:
"Young man, I think you're dyin'."
"0 it's I'm sick, and very, very sick,
And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan."
"0 the better for me ye sal4 never be,
Though your heart's blood were a‐spillin'.
"0 dinna ye mind5, young man," said she,
"When ye the cups were fillin',
That ye made the healths gae round and round,
And slighted Barbara Allan?"
He turned his face unto the wall,
And death with him was dealin':
"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind of Barbara Allan."
And slowly, slowly rase she up,
And slowly, slowly left him;
And sighing said she could not stay,
Since death of life had reft6 him.
She had not gane a mile but twa,7
When she heard the dead‐bell knellin',
And every jowl8 that the dead‐bell ga'ed9
It cried, "Woe to Barbara Allan!"
1 Martinmas time: November 11
2 Gin: If.
3 Rase: Rose
4 Sal: Shall
5 Dinna ye mind: Don't you remember.
6 Reft: Deprived
7 Not. . . twa: Gone but two miles.
8 Jow: Stroke
9 Ga'ed: Made
"O mother, mother, make my bed,
O make it soft and narrow: Since my love
died for me today,
I'll die for him tomorrow."