| 1 |
It fell aboot the Martinmas time,
When the green leaves they were fallin'
That Sir John Graeme o' the North Countrie,
Fell in love wi' Bawbee Allan. |
about |
| 2 |
He's sent his man a' through the toon,
To the place where she was dwellin';
'Come doon, come doon, to my master dear,
Gin your name be Bawbee Allan.' |
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| 3 |
O hooly, hooly rose she up,
And slowly she gaed to him,
And when she cam' to his bedside,
'Young man, I think you're dyin'.' |
gently, slowly
went |
| 4 |
'It's I am sick and very sick,
And it's all for Bawbee Allan.'
It's better for me ye'll never be,
For bonnie Bawbee Allan.' |
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| 5 |
'When ye were in the tavern, sir,
And at the wine was swillin',
Ye made the toasts gang roond and roond,
And ye slighted Bawbee Allan.' |
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| 6 |
He's turned his face unto the wa'
And death was wi' him dealin';
'Then fare ye weel, my dear friends a',
But be kind to Bawbee Allan.' |
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| 7 |
'Then put your hand aneist the wa',
And there you'll find a token;
Wi' my gold watch and my gold ring,
Gie that to Bawbee Allan ' |
wall |
| 8 |
'Then put your hand aneist my side,
And there you'll find a warran';
And there you'll get my blood red sark,
It bled for Bawbee Allan.' |
warrant, will
shirt |
| 9 |
She hadna gane a step, a step,
When she heard the deid-bell knellin';
And ilka clap the deid-bell gied,
Said, 'Wae to Bawbee Allan.' |
death bell
every
woe |
| 10 |
'O mither, dear, you'll mak' my bed,
You'll mak' it soft and narrow;
My love has died for me this day,
I'll die for him tomorrow.' |
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