One Hundred English Folksongs/Barbara Ellen
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Barbara Ellen
Collected and arranged by
Cecil J. Sharp
9.
As I was walking up the groves
And met his corpse a-coming:
Stay, stay, said she, and stop awhile,
That I may gaze all on you.
As I was walking up the groves
And met his corpse a-coming:
Stay, stay, said she, and stop awhile,
That I may gaze all on you.
10.
The more she gazed, the more she smiled,
Till she burst out a-laughing;
And her parents cried out: Fie, for shame,
Hard hearted Barb’ra Ellen.
The more she gazed, the more she smiled,
Till she burst out a-laughing;
And her parents cried out: Fie, for shame,
Hard hearted Barb’ra Ellen.
11.
Come, mother, come, make up my bed,
Make it both long and narrow;
My true love died for me yesterday,
I’ll die for him tomorrow.
Come, mother, come, make up my bed,
Make it both long and narrow;
My true love died for me yesterday,
I’ll die for him tomorrow.
12.
And he was buried in Edmonstone,
And she was buried in Cold Harbour;
And out of him sprang roses red,
And out of her sweet briar.
And he was buried in Edmonstone,
And she was buried in Cold Harbour;
And out of him sprang roses red,
And out of her sweet briar.
13.
It grew and grew so very high
Till it could grow no higher;
And around the top growed a true lover’s knot
And around it twined sweet-briar.
It grew and grew so very high
Till it could grow no higher;
And around the top growed a true lover’s knot
And around it twined sweet-briar.