Bonny Barbara Allan <br />Oh, in merry month of May, <br />When all things were a-blooming, <br />Sweet William came from the Western states <br />And courted Barbara Allan. <br /> <br />But he took sick, and very sick <br />And he sent for Barbara Allan, <br />And all she said when she got there, <br />“Young man, you are a-dying.” <br /> <br />“Oh yes, I’m sick, and I am very sick, <br />And I think that death’s upon me; <br /> But one sweet kiss from Barbara’s lips <br />Will save me from dying.” <br /> <br />“But don’t you remember the other day <br />You were down in town a-drinking? <br />You drank all your health to the ladies all around, <br />And slighted Barbara Allan. <br /> <br />“Oh yes, I remember the other day <br />I was down in town a-drinking; <br />I drank my health to the ladies all’ around. <br />But my love to Barbara Allan.” <br /> <br />He turned his face to the wall; <br />She turned her back upon him; <br />The very last word she heard him say, <br />“Hardhearted Barbara Allan.” <br /> <br />She hadn’t got more than a mile from town <br />When she saw his corpse a-coming; <br />“O bring him here, and ease him down, <br />And let me look upon him. <br /> <br />“Oh, take him away! Oh, take him away! <br />For I am sick and dying! <br />His death-cold features say to me, <br />‘Hardhearted Barbara Allan.’<br /><br />Alexia Palacios<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bonny-barbara-allan/
