Barbara Allen

All in the merry month of May When all things they were bloomin' Sweet William came from the Western States And courted Barb'ry Allen It was all in the month of June When the green buds they were fallin' Sweet William on his death-bed lay For the love of Barb'ry Allen He sent his servant to the town Where Barb'ry was a-dwellin' My master is sick and sends for you If your name be Barb'ry Allen So slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she came nigh him And all she said when she got there: Young man, I think you're dying O yes, I'm sick, and very sick And death is on me dwellin' No better, no better I never will be If I can't have Barb'ry Allen O yes, you're sick, and very sick And death is on you dwellin' No better, no better you never will be For you can't have Barb'ry Allen Don't you remember in yonder town When we were at the tavern You gave a health to the ladies all 'round And slighted Barb'ry Allen O yes, I remember in yonder town In yonder town a-drinkin' I gave a health to the ladies all 'round But my heart to Barb'ry Allen As she was on her high way home She spied his corpse a-comin' Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay That I may look upon him The more she looked, the more she mourned Till she fell to the ground a-cryin' Saying - Take me up and carry me home For I am now a-dyin' She was buried in the old church-yard And he was buried nigh her On William's grave there grew a red rose And on Barb'ry's grew a green briar They grew to the top of the old church wall Till they could not grow any higher They lapped and they tied in a true lover's knot And the rose grew round the briar