‘Twas round and about last Mai in the (side?)   When the green leaves were swellin’   That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country   fell in llove with Barbrie Allen         He sent his men into the town   to the place where she was dwellin’   Oh will ye come to my master, dear   If ye name be Barbrie Allen      Then slowly, slowly got she up   And slowly came she nigh him;   And all she said when e'er she came,   “Young man I think you’re dyin’.”      Oh, yes I’m sick, I’m very sick   Indeed I think I'm dyin'   But a word from you will revive me again   Oh lovely Barbrie Allen      "Do you recall, young man," she said,   "When the red wine you were spillin'?   How you made the ladies' health(?) go 'round   And you slighted Barbrie Allen?"      And death was printed on his face   and all his heart(?) was stealin'   and he cried when she left his side,   "Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!"      She was going over the field   she heard the death bell tollin'   and every sound the death bell gave---   "Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!"      Oh mother, mother make me a bed   Oh make it soft and narrow   since Jimmy died for me today   I'll die for him tomorrow.