"Young Johnny," she said, "will you give up your trade, And marry a lady in bloom, full bloom?" Johnny gave his consent, and to church they both went, And he wedded the lady is bloom, full bloom; At market and fair, all folks do declare, There is none like the boy that sold broom, green broom. BONNY BARBARA ALLAN |It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a falling, That Sir John Graeme in the west country Fell in love with Barbara Allan. He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling; "O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan." O hooly, hooly rose she up, To the place where he was lying, 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 never be, Tho' your heart's blood were a spilling. "O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan." (_hooly_, slowly.) As Johnny walked out s'' He turn'd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing; "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan." And slowly, slowly raise she up, And slowly, slowly left him; And sighing said, she could not stay, Since death of life had reft him. She had not gane a mile but twa, When she heard the dead-bell ringing, And every jow that the dead-bell gi'ed, It cried "Woe to Barbara Allan!" "O mother, mother, make my bed, O make it saft and narrow; Since my love died for me to-day, Til die for him to-morrow." AS JOHNNY WALKED OUT |As Johnny walked out one day It was a summer morn, Himself he laid beneath the shade, To rest him, of a thorn. (_jow,_ stroke.) He had not long been tarrying there Before his love passed by: And 'twas down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by. "O have you seen a pretty ewe That hath a tender lamb; Astrayed from the orchard glade That little one and dam?" "O pretty maid," he answered, "They passed as here I lie!" And 'twas down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by. She traced the country o'er No lambs nor ewe could find; And many times upbraided she Young Johnny in her mind. Then coming back.... And 'twas down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by. She turned heraelf right curiously, Her cheeks with anger flush, She bade young Johnny lead the way Nor loiter in a bush.... And 'twas down in yonder valley, love, Where the water glideth by: Then angers flame enkindled love, And changed its kind of show, As Johnny laughed out and said, "I'll lead the way below; I'll lead you to the meadows green