Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONGS
He fent his man unto her then,
To the town, where fhee was dwellin ; 10
You muft come to my mailer deare,
Glff your name be Barbara Allen.
For death is printed on his face,
And ore his hart is ftealin :
Then hafte away to comfort him, 15
O lovelye Barbara Allen.
Though death be printed on his face,
And ore his harte is ftealin,
Yet little better mail he bee,
For bonny Barbara Allen. 20
So flowly, flowly, me came up,
And flowly me came nye him ;
And all fhe fayd, when there fhe came,
Yong man, I think y'are dying.
He turnd his face unto her ftrait,] 2?
With deadlye forrow fighing
lovely maid, come pity mee,
Ime on my death-bed lying.
If on your death-bed you doe lye,
What needs the tale you are tellin : 30
1 cannot keep you from your death ;
Fareweli, fayd Barbara Allen.
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