...by, Young man, I think you're dying. IV. O its I'm fick, and very very fick, And 'tis a' for Barhara Allan. O the better for me ye's never be, Tho' your heart's blood were a fpilling. V. O dinna ye mind young man, faid fhc, When ye was in the tavern a drinking. That ye made...

...when (he drew the curtain by, Young man, I think you've dying. IV. O its I'm ftck, and very vsry lick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan. O the better for me ye's never be, Tho' your heart's blood were a-fpilfing. V. O dinna ye miad, young man, faid fhe, When ye was in the tavern a-drinking, That ye...

...when me drew the curtain by, Young man I think you're dying. IV. O its I'm fick, and very very fick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan. O the better for me ye's never be, ' Though your heart's blood were a fpillmg. • V. • O dinna ye mind, young man, faid fhe, When ye...

...man, I think you're dying О its I'm sick, and very тегу sicky And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan. 0 the better for me ye's never be, Tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling. О dinna ye mind, young man, said she, When he was in the tavern a-drinking, That ye made...

...master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan. O hooly, hooly rose she up, To the place where he wai lying, And when she drew the curtain by, Young man, I think you're dying О its I'm sick, and very very sick, And 'tis a* for Barbara Allan. О the better for me ye's never...

...master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan." 0 hooly, hooly rose she up. To the place where he was lying, 10 And when she drew the curtain by, " Young man, I think...Barbara Allan : " " O the better for me ye's never be, i* Tho' your heart's blood were a spilling. " O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, " When ye was...

...master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan." O hooly, hooly rose she up. To the place where he was lying, i And when she drew the curtain by, " Young man, I think you're dying." "O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan : " " O the better for me ye's...

...master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan." O hooly, hooly rose she up, To the place where he was lying, w And when she drew the curtain by, " Young man, I think you're dying." "O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan : " " O the better for me ye's...

...to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan." 0 hooly, hooly rose she up, Came to where he was lying, And when she drew the curtain by, " Young man, I think you're dying." " 0 it's I am sick, and very sick, And a' for Barbara Allan ! " " 0 the better for me, ye'se never be, Tho'...

...of sight. CHAPTER XVI. THE FOREST HUT. Then hooly, hooly rase she up, And hooly she came nigh him, And when she drew the curtain by — ' Young man, I think you're dyin'.' — Barbara Allan 't Cruelty. EVENING fell, filling the great hollow of a sudden with purple...