Barbara Allen

In scarlet town where I was born, there was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away, for her name was Barbara Allen

T'was in the merry month of May, the green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay, for the love of Barbara Allen

He sent a servant unto her, to the place where she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now, if your name be Barbara Allen

Slowly, slowly she got up, slowly she came near him
And the only words to him she said, young man I think you're dying
As she was walking o'er the fields, she heard the death bell melling
And every stroke it seemed to say, hard-hearted Barbara Allen

O mother, mother, make my bed, make it long and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow

They buried her in the old churchyard, they buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red, red rose, from her grave a green briar
They grew and grew to steeple top, till they could grow no higher
And there they twined, in a true love's lot, red rose, a round green briar