II-----------------Â means to bar second (II) fret for all notes beneath the dotted line. This is optional, but it helps move things along.
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| In Scarlet Town where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin'. Made |
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| ev'ry youth cry "Well - a - day," Her name was Barbara Allen. All |
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| in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swellin' Young |
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| Jemmy Grove on his deathbed lay, For love of Bar - bara Allen. |
| He sent his man unto her then, |
| To the town where she was dwellin'; |
| You must come to my master dear, |
| If your name be Barbara Allen |
| For death is printed on his face, |
| And o'er his heart is stealin'; |
| Then haste away to comfort him, |
| Though death be printed on his face, |
| And o'er his heart is stealin', |
| Yet little better shall he be, |
