"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."
BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY.
From Percy's Reliques, iii. 169.
"Given, with some corrections, from an old blackletter copy, entitled, Barbara Allen's Cruelty, or the Young Man's Tragedy."
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,
There was a faire maid dwellin,
Made every youth crye, Wel-awaye!
Her name was Barbara Allen.
All in the merrye month of May,5
When greene buds they were swellin,
Yong Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his man unto her then,
To the towne where shee was dwellin;10
"You must come to my master deare,
Giff your name be Barbara Allen.