Barbara Allen

Twas in the merry month of May

The green buds were a swelling

Sweet William on his death bed lay

For the love of Barbara Allen



He sent his servant unto her

To the place where she was dwelling

Saying you must come to his bedside now,

If your name be Barbara Allen



So slowly slowly she got up

And slowly she drew nigh him

And the only words to him she said

"Young man I think you're dying"



As she walked slowly o'er fields

She heard the death bell knelling

And with every stroke it seemed to say

Hardhearted Barbara Allen



Oh mother, mother make my bed

Make it long and narrow

Sweet William died for me today

I will die for him tomorrow



They buried her in the old churchyard

They buried him beside her

And from his grave grew a red red rose

And from her grave a green briar



They grew and grew to the steeple top

Till they could grow no higher

And there they tied in a true love's knot

Red rose around green briar