He turn’d his face unto her then: if you be _Barbara Allen_, My dear, said he, come pitty me, as on my Death-bed I am lying. If on your Death-bed you be lying, what is that to _Barbara Allen_? I cannot keep you from Death, so farewell, said _Barbara Allen_. He turn’d his face unto the Wall, and Death came creeping to him: Then adieu, adieu, and adieu to all, and adieu to _Barbara Allen_. And as she was walking on a day, she heard the Bell a Ringing, And it did seem to ring to her, unworthy _Barbara Allen_. She turn’d herself round about, and she spy’d the Corps a coming: Lay down, Lay down the Corps of Clay, that I may look upon him. And all the while she looked on, so loudly she was laughing; While all her Friends cry’d amain, unworthy _Barbara Allen_. [Illustration] When he was dead & laid in Grave, then Death came creeping to she. O Mother! Mother! make my Bed, for his Death hath quite undone me. [Illustration] A hard hearted Creature that I was, to slight one that loved me so dearly; I wish I had been more kinder to him, the time of his Life, when he was near me. So this Maid she then did dye, and desired to be buried by him, And repented herself before she dy’d that ever she did deny him. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: _Perigot & Cuddy’s Roundelay._] [Illustration] _PERIGOT AND CUDDY’S ROUNDELAY._ BY EDM. SPENSER. It fell upon a holy-eve (Heigho, holy-day!), When holy fathers wont to shrive (Now ’ginneth this roundelay), Sitting upon a hill so high (Heigho, the high hill!) The while my flock did feed thereby, The while the shepherd’s self did spill. I saw the bouncing Bellibone (Heigho, bonny-bell!) Tripping over the dale alone-- She can trip it very well-- Well decked in a frock of gray (Heigho, gray is great!) And in a kirtle of green say-- The green is for maidens meet. A chaplet on her head she wore (Heigho, the chaplet!); Of sweet violets therein was store-- She’s sweeter than the violet. [Illustration] My sheep did leave their wonted food (Heigho, silly sheep!) And gazed on her as they were wood-- Wood as he that did them keep. As the bonny lass passed by (Heigho, bonny lass!) She rolled at me with glancing eye As clear as the crystal glass. All as the sunny beam so bright (Heigho, the sunbeam!) Glanceth from Phœbus’ face forth-right, So love into my heart did stream. Or as the thunder cleaves the clouds (Heigho, the thunder!) Wherein the lightsome leaven shrouds, So cleaves my soul asunder; Or as dame Cynthia’s silver ray (Heigho, the moonlight!) Upon the glistening wave doth play, Such play is a piteous plight.