Barbara Allen

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Dave Dudley - Country, In English

Barbara Allen

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In Scarlet Town, where I was born There was a fair maid dwellin' Made every youth cry Well-a-day Her name was Barbara Allen 'Twas in the merry month of May The rosebuds they were swellin' Young William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen He sent his servants unto her In the place that she was dwellin' My master begs that you come to him If your name be Barbara Allen Then slowly, slowly she got up And slowly went she nigh him And when she pulled the curtain back Said, Young man, I think you're a-dyin' Oh yes, I'm sick, I'm very sick And I never shall get better Lest I can have thy own true love My darling Barbara Allen Do you recall in yonder town In the tavern you were a-dwellin' You drank a toast to the ladies all But you slighted Barbara Allen? Oh yes, I can remember well In the tavern I was dwellin' I gave a toast to the ladies all But my love to Barbara Allen As she was walking back to town She saw his pale corpse comin' Cried, Bearers, bearers, set him down That I might look upon him Oh, Father, Father, dig my grave Dig it deep and narrow Young William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow They buried him in the old churchyard Barbara there beside him And from his grave there grew a rose And from Barbara's grew a briar They grew and they grew to the old church top Till they could grow no higher And there they tied in a true lovers' knot The red rose and the briar The red rose 'round the briar

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  • Dave Dudley