Barbara Allen

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Now in the first part of the year
When green buds they were swelling,
Young Johnny Rose on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbara Allen, Allen,
For love of Barbary Allen.

He sent his men all down to her hall
To the place where she was dwelling,
“For you must come to my master's house
If your name is Barbary Allen, Allen,
If your name is Barbary Allen.”
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