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T'was in the merry month of May |
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When flowers were a-bloomin' |
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Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay |
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For the love of Barbara Allen |
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He sent his servant to the town |
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The town where she did dwell in |
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Saying \"Master dear has sent me here |
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If your name is Barbara Allen\" |
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Then slowly, slowly she got up |
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And slowly she went to him |
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And all she said when she got there |
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\"Young man, I think you're dying\" |
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\"Oh don't you remember the other day |
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When we were in the tavern? |
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You drank your health to the ladies there |
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And you slighted Barbara Allen\" |
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He turned his face unto the wall |
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He turned his back upon her |
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so long farewell to all my friends |
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Be kind to Barbara Allen\" |
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She looked to the east, she looked to the west |
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She saw his corpse a-comin' |
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\"Oh sit him down for me\" she cried |
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\"That I may gaze upon him\" |
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The more she looked the more she grieved |
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She bursted out to cryin' |
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Sayin' \"Pick me up and carry me home |
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For I feel like I am dyin'\" |
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They buried Willie in the old churchyard |
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And Barbara in the new one |
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From Willie's grave there grew a rose |
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From Barbara's a green briar |
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They grew and grew to the old church wall |
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And could not grow no higher |
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And there they died in a true love-knot |
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The rosebush and the briar |
