Barbara Allen

Lyrics

In Scarlet Town, where I was born In spring, when buds were swelling Sweet William, on his death bed lay For the love of Barbara Allen Slowly, slowly, she got up And slowly she went nigh But all she said when she got there: "Young man, I think you're dying And don't you remember the other day When we were in the tavern? You toasted all the ladies fair And slighted Barbra Allen." He turned his pale face to the wall And dеath was on him dwelling "Adieu, adieu, my kind friеnds all Be kind to Barbra Allen." As she was walking through the fields She heard the death bells knelling And every toll they seemed to say "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen." "Oh, mother, mother, make my bed Oh, make it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow." From his grave a red red rose From hers there grew a briar They lapped and tied in a true love's knot The rose ran round the briar