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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530215" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Barbara Allen's Cruelty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Scarlet towne, where I was borne, <br>There was a faire maid dwellin,<br>Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!<br>Her name was Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All in the merrye month of May,<br>When greene buds they were swellin,<br>Yong Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay,<br>For love of Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sent his man unto her then,<br>To the town, where shee was dwellin;<br>You must come to my master deare,<br>Giff your name be Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For death is printed on his face,<br>And ore his hart is stealin:<br>Then haste away to comfort him,<br>O lovelye Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though death be printed on his face,<br>And ore his harte is stealin,<br>Yet little better shall he bee,<br>For bonny Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So slowly, slowly, she came up,<br>And slowly she came nye him;<br>And all she sayd, when there she came,<br>Yong man, I think y'are dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turnd his face unto her strait,<br>With deadlye sorrow sighing;<br>O lovely maid, come pity mee,<br>Ime on my death-bed lying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If on your death-bed you doe lye,<br>What needs the tale you are tellin:<br>I cannot keep you from your death;<br>Farewell, sayd Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turnd his face unto the wall,<br>As deadlye pangs he fell in:<br>Adieu! adieu! adieu to you all,<br>Adieu to Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she was walking ore the fields,<br>She heard the bell a knellin;<br>And every stroke did seem to saye,<br>Unworthy Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She turnd her bodye round about,<br>And spied the corps a coming:<br>Laye downe, laye downe the corps, she sayd,<br>That I may look upon him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With scornful eye she looked downe,<br>Her cheeke with laughter swellin;<br>That all her friends cryd out amaine,<br>Unworthye Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he was dead, and laid in grave,<br>Her harte was struck with sorrowe,<br>O mother, mother, make my bed,<br>For I shall dye to morrowe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hard harted creature him to slight,<br>Who loved me so dearlye:<br>O that I had beene more kind to him,<br>When he was live and neare me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She, on her death-bed as she laye,<br>Beg'd to be buried by him;<br>And sore repented of the daye,<br>That she did ere denye him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell, she sayd, ye virgins all,<br>And shun the fault I fell in:<br>Henceforth take warning by the fall<br>Of cruel Barbara Allen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Percy">Thomas Percy</a><div class=q>
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There was a faire maid dwellin,
Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!
Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merrye month of May,
When greene buds they were swellin,
Yong Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay,
For lo..."></div>
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