Barbara Allen

All in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swellin'
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant to the town
The place where she did dwell in
Saying, "Master dear has sent me here
If your name be Barbara Allen."
Then slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
And all she said when there she came
Was, "Young man, I think you're dying."
"Don't you remember the other night
When we were in the tavern?
You drank a toast to the ladies there
And slighted Barbara Allen."
He turned his face unto the wall;
He turned his back upon her.
"Adieu, adieu, to all my friends
And be kind, be kind to Barbara Allen."
As she was wandering on the fields
She heard the death bell knellin'
And every note, it seemed to say,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"
The more it tolled the more she grieved
She bursted out a-crying,
"Oh, pick me up and carry me home
I fear that I am dying."
They buried Willy in the old churchyard
And Barbara in the new one
And from William's grave there grew a rose;
From Barbara's, a green briar
They grew and grew in the old church yard
Till they could grow no higher
And there they tied, in a true lover's knot
The red rose and the briar