And be kind to Barbara Allan."
And slowly, slowly raise she up,
And slowly, slowly left him;
And sighing said, she could not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.
She had not gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead-bell ringing,
And every jow that the dead-bell gi'ed,
It cried "Woe to Barbara Allan!"
"O mother, mother, make my bed,