Barbara Allen's cruelty: or, The young-man's tragedy. With Barbara Allen's [l]amentation for her unkindness to her lover, and her self. To the tune of Brbara [sic] Allen. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B01880 of text R226987 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing B683). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B01880 Wing B683 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[11] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[25] 99887035 ocm99887035 183231 2264219105

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B01880) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183231) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[11]; A5:2[22]) Barbara Allen's cruelty: or, The young-man's tragedy. With Barbara Allen's [l]amentation for her unkindness to her lover, and her self. To the tune of Brbara [sic] Allen. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back., [London] : [between 1688-1692] Verse: "In Scarlet Town where I was bound ..." Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Barbara Allen's cruelty: or, The young-man's tragedy. With Barbara Allen's [l]amentation for her unkindness to her lover, and her self. To the tune of anon 1692 1 506 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Barbara Allen's Cruelty : OR , THE Young-man's Tragedy . With Barbara Allen's Lamentation for her Unkindness to her Lover , and her Self . To the Tune of Barbara Allen.

Licensed according to Order .

IN Scarlet Town where I was bound , there was a fair Maid dwelling , Whom I had chosen to be my own and her name it was Barbara Allen. All in the merry Month of May , when green leaves they was springing , This young man on his Death-bed lay , for the love of Barbara Allen. He sent his man unto her then , to the Town where she was dwelling , You must come to my Master dear , if your name be Barbara Allen. For Death is printed in his face , and sorrow 's in him dwelling , And you must come to my Master dear , if your name be Barbara Allen. If Death be printed in his face , and sorrows in him dwelling , Then little better shall he be , for bonny Barbara Allen. So slowly , slowly she got up , and so slowly she came to him , And all she said when she came there , Young man I think you are a dying . He turn'd his face unto her then , if you be Barbara Allen. My dear said he , come pitty me , as on my Death-Bed I am lying . If on your Death Bed you be lying , what is that to Barbara Allen. I cannot keep you from Death , so farewell , said Barbara Allen ? He turn'd his face unto the Wall , and Death came creeping to him ; Then adieu , adieu and adieu to all , and adieu to Barbara Allen. And as she was walking on a day , she heard the Bell a Ringing , And it did seem to Ring to her , Vnworthy Barbara Allen. She turn'd her self round about , and she spy'd the Corps a coming ; Lay down lay down the Corps of Clay ▪ that I may look upon him . And all the while she looked on , so loudly she lay laughing ; While all her Friends cry'd amain , Vnworthy Barbara Allen. When he was dead and laid in Grave , then Death came creeping to she O Mother ! Mother ! make my Bed for his death hath quite undone we . A hard-hearted Creature that I was , to slight one that lov'd me so dearly , I wish I had been more kinder to him , the time of his Life , when he was near me . So this Maid she then did dye , and desired to be buried by him , And repented her self before she dy'd , that ever she did deny him . FINIS .

Printed for , P. Brooksby J. Deacon , J. Blare J. Back .