Barbara Allen

Twas in the merry month of May

When green buds all were swelling

Sweet William on his death bed lay

For 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 did say

"Young man I think you're dying"

As she walked slowly o'er the field

She heard the death bells knelling

And with every stroke it seemed to say

Hard hearted Barbara Allen

Oh mother, oh mother make my bed

Make it both 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