Shirley Collins - Barbara allen

^GmIt was round and about last ^FMartinmas ^D7tide When the ^Gmgreen ^Fleaves were ^Gmswellin' That ^Gmyoung Jimmy Grove of the ^FWest Coun^D7try Fell in ^Cmlove with Barb'ry ^GmAllen

He ^Bbsent his ^Fmen into^Bb/A the ^Gmtown To the ^Bbplace where ^Fshe was ^Ebdwellin' "Oh ^Bbwill you ^Fcome to my mas^Bb/Ater, ^Gmdear, If your ^Bbname be ^FBarb'ry ^GmAllen?"

And ^Gmslowly, slowly ^Fgot she ^D7up And ^Cmslowly came she ^Gmnigh him And ^Gmall she said when ^Fthere she ^D7came "Young ^Gmman, I ^Fthink you're ^Gmdyin'"

"Oh, ^Bbyes, I'm ^Fsick, I'm ^Bbver^Bb/Ay ^Gmsick In^Bbdeed I ^Fthink I'm ^Ebdyin' But a ^Bbword from ^Fyou would re^Bbviv^Bb/Ae me ^Gmagain Oh ^Bblovely ^D7Barb'ry ^GmAllen"

"Do ^Gmyou recall, young ^Fman," she ^D7said, "When the ^Gmred wine ^Fyou were ^Gmspillin', How you ^Gmmade the ladies' ^Fhealth go ^D7round And you ^Gmslighted ^CmBarb'ry ^GmAllen?"

And ^Bbdeath is ^Fprinted ^Bbon ^Bb/Ahis ^Gmface And ^Bball his ^Fheart is ^Ebstealin' And ^Bbagain he ^Fcried as she ^Bbleft ^Bb/Ahis ^Gmside "Hard-^Bbhearted ^FBarb'ry ^GmAllen!"

As ^Gmshe was goin' ^Fover the ^D7field She ^Gmheard the ^Fdeath bells ^Gmtollin' And ^Gmevery sound that ^Fdeath bell ^D7gave: "Hard-^Cmhearted Barb'ry ^GmAllen!"

"Oh ^Bbmother, ^Fmother ^Bbmake ^Bb/Amy ^Gmbed Oh ^Bbmake it ^Fsoft and ^Ebnarrow Since ^BbJimmy ^Fdied for ^Bbme ^Bb/Ato---^Gmday I'll ^Gmdie for ^Dmhim to^Gmmorrow"