Classic Poem

1.

It was in the month of May
When all the sweet was dwelling;
A young girl on her death bed lay,
For the love of Barbry Allen.

2.

She sent her servant into town
Where Barbry was dwelling:
“Your truelove said for you to go there,
If your name be Barbry Allen.”

3.

Slowly, slowly, he got up,
So slowly, slowly he did go;
And when he got there he said, “Dear girl,
I'm sure you must be dying.”

4.

“Oh, yes, I'm sick, and very sick,
And all the doctors can't cure me;
I am not any better, nor never will be,
If I can't get Barbry Allen.”

5.

“Oh, yes, you're sick, and very sick,
And all the doctors can't cure you;
You are not any better, nor never will be,
For you can't get Barbry Allen.”

6.

She turned her pale face to the wall;
He turned his back upon her;
And before he got away from town
He heard her death bell ringing.

7.

And every knock it seemed to say,
“Cruel, cruel, is your name,
And wicked is your nature,
For you could have saved this poor girl's life,
If you had done your duty.”

8.

“Yes; cruel, cruel, is my name,
And wicked is my nature,
For I could have saved this poor girl's life
If I had done my duty.”

9.

His true lover died on Saturday night,
And Barbry died on Sunday;
His mother died for the love of both;
They were buried on Easter Monday.