"When ye was in the tavern a-drinking,
That ye made the healths gae round and round,
He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was with him dealing:
"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barbara Allan."
She had not gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead-bell ringing,
And every jow that the dead-bell gied,