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 his servant to the town

To the place where she was dwelling

Cried : « Master bid you to his side

If your name be Barbara Allen »

Slowly slowly she got up

Slowly she went to nigh him

And when she pulled the curtain back

Said « Young man I think you're dying »

"Oh yes I'm sick, I'm very sick

And I will be no better

Until I've had the love of one

The love of Barbara Allen"

"Father father go dig my grave

Dig it deep, deep and narrow

Sweet William died for me today

I'll die for him tomorrow"

They buried her in the old courtyard

Sweet William's grave was nigh her

And from his heart there grew a rose

And from her heart grew a briar

They grew and grew up the courtyard wall

Till they could grow no higher

Then grew as one to part no more

The red red rose and the briar

The red red rose and the briar