Tim Jenkins, Balladeer

Lyrics

I fell in love with a nice young girl, Her name was Barb’ry Allan. I fell in love with a nice young girl, Her name was Barbarry Allan. ‘Til I took sick and very ill, I sent for Barb’ry Allan. ‘Til I took sick and very ill, I sent for Barbarry Allan. She pulled the curtains frae my bed, And says young man you’re dyin’. She pulled the curtains frae my bed, And says, “young man you’re dying”. “A kiss o’ you will dae me good, A kiss o’ you would cure me.” “But a kiss o’ me, will ne’er shall be, For your poor heart, lies a breakin’.” “It’s look ye up at my bed head And see what you find hangin’: A silver watch and a gay gold chain, That hangs there for Barbarry Allan, That hangs there for Barbarry Allan. “It’s look ye doon  at my bed side And see what you find setted. A basin full of my heart’s tears, That sets there for Barbarry Allan, That sets there for Barbarry Allan.”  She had nae gane a mile or twa, When she heard the death bells ringing. And every hour they seemed t’ say “Hard hearted Barbarry Allan, Hard hearted Barbarry Allan.” “Its mother dear, oh mak my bed And mak it soft and narrow For my love has died for me And I’ll die for him tomorrow, And I’ll die for him tomorrow.” Her mother she has made the bed, She’s made it soft and narrow. And she’s laid her doon before sleep, And she’s died for her true lover, And she’s died for her true lover. frae: from o’: of dae: do ne’er: never doon: down nae: not gane: gone twa: two t’: to mak: make