In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
Made every youth cried well the day
Her name was Barbara Allen

All in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swelling
Young Willy Grove on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
And slowly slowly she came up
And slowly she came nigh him
And all she said when there she came
Young man I think you’re dyin’
When he was dead and laid in grave
Her heart was struck with sorrow
Oh mother mother make my bed
For I shall die tomorrow

Farewell she said ye virgins all
And shun the fault I fell in
Henceforth thick warning by the fold
Of cruel old Barbara Allen