Barbara Allan To bill and Anne Mulloy of Calgary, Alberta

It was in and about the Martinmas time
When the green leaves were a fallinThat Sir John Graeme o' the west countree
Fell in love wi' Barbara Allan
He sent his men down thro' the town
To the place where she was dwellinO haste and come to my master dear
Gin ye be Barbara Allan
O hooly hooly rose she up
To the place where he was lyinAnd when she drew the curtain by
Young man I think yer dyinOh it's I am sick and very very sick
And it's a for Barbara Allan
O the better for me ye se never be
Tho' your hearts blood be spillinRemember ye not in the tavern sir
When ye the cups were fillinHow ye made the healths gae round and round
And slighted Barbara Allan
He turned his face unto the waAnd death was with him dealinAdieu adieu my dear friands aBe kind tae Barbara Alan
Then hooly hooly raise she up
And slowly slowly left him
And sighing said she could not stay