Lyrics:

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





Twas 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 a servant unto her To the place she was dwelling Saying you must come to his deathbed now If your name be Barbara Allen





Slowly slowly she got up Slowly slowly she came nigh him And the only words to him she said Young man I think you're dying





As she was walking oer the fields She heard the death bell knelling And every stroke it seemed to say Hardhearted Barbara Allen





Oh mother mother make my bed Make it long and make it narrow Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow





They buried her in the old churchyard They buried him in the choir And from his grave grew a red red rose From her grave a green briar





They grew and grew to the steeple top Till they could grow no higher And there they twined in a true love's knot Red rose around green briar