Manuscripts/Mixed Material Barbara Allen
All in the merry month of May
When the green buds they were swellin'
Young Jimmy Gray on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbrew Ellen.
He sent his men unto them then
To the town where she was dwellin'
Saying, you must to my master come
If your name be Barbrew Ellem.
For death is printed on his face
And o'er his heart is stealin'
Oh you must you must come to him
Oh lovely Barbrew Ellen.