Colin Meloy - Barbara Allen lyrics

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