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In Scarlet town where I was born
A handsome girl was dwelling
She made all the boys cry \"Well-a-day\"
Her name was Barbara Elin.

Was in the merry month of May
When nature is all impin
Young William on his deathbed lay
In love with Barbara Elin.

He sent to her a turtle dove
It flew straight to her dwelling
It sang a song; it's master's call
It sang for Barbara Elin.

Slowly slowly she's got up
Slowly slowly she came to him
Slowly stood at his bedside
\"Young man I think you're dying.

Cold death is painted all on your face
And all your sorrow is showing
I cannot save you from your fate
And so farewell sweet William\".

As she was walking all through the town
She saw the funeral coming
\"You little hearts come set him down
That I may look upon him\"

The more she looked the more she laughed
And still she looked upon him
Till all her friends they cried for shame
Heard hearted Barbara Elin.

As she was walking all through the field
The mourning bell was humming
To her the bell, it seemed to sing
Heard hearted Barbara Elin.

Was he who died on one fine day
And she who died on the morrow
Only he has died for love
And she has died of sorrow.

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