‘I’ll do as much for my true-love
As other maidens may;
I’ll dance and sing on my love’s grave
A whole twelvemonth and a day.’
[158. Barbara Allan’s Cruelty]
I
In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin’,
Made every youth cry Well-a-way!
Her name was Barbara Allen.
II
All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin’,
Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.
III
He sent his man in to her then,
To the town where she was dwellin’
‘O haste and come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen.’