Barbara Allen

Gm F D7 It was round and about last Martinmas tide Gm F Gm When the green leaves were swellin' Gm F D7 That young Jimmy Grove of the West Country Cm Gm Fell in love with Barb'ry Allen Bb F Bb/A Gm He sent his men into the town Bb F Eb To the place where she was dwellin' Bb F Bb/A Gm "Oh will you come to my master, dear, Bb F Gm If your name be Barb'ry Allen?" Gm F D7 And slowly, slowly got she up Cm Gm And slowly came she nigh him Gm F D7 And all she said when there she came Gm F Gm "Young man, I think you're dyin'" Bb F Bb Bb/A Gm "Oh, yes, I'm sick, I'm very sick Bb F Eb Indeed I think I'm dyin' Bb F Bb Bb/A Gm But a word from you would revive me again Bb D7 Gm Oh lovely Barb'ry Allen" Gm F D7 "Do you recall, young man," she said, Gm F Gm "When the red wine you were spillin', Gm F D7 How you made the ladies' health go round Gm Cm Gm And you slighted Barb'ry Allen?" Bb F Bb Bb/A Gm And death is printed on his face Bb F Eb And all his heart is stealin' Bb F Bb Bb/A Gm And again he cried as she left his side Bb F Gm "Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen!" Gm F D7 As she was goin' over the field Gm F Gm She heard the death bells tollin' Gm F D7 And every sound that death bell gave: Cm Gm "Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen!" Bb F Bb Bb/A Gm "Oh mother, mother make my bed Bb F Eb Oh make it soft and narrow Bb F Bb Bb/A Gm Since Jimmy died for me to---day Gm Dm Gm I'll die for him tomorrow"