Barbara Allen

T'was in the merry month of May
When rosebuds were a-swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant to the town
The town where she was dwelling
Said, "My master's sick
And sent for you
If your name be Barbara Allen"
Then slowly slowly
She got up
And slowly she went by him
And all she said when she got there
"Young man, I think you're dying"
"Oh yes I'm sick, I'm very sick
I hear the death wind howling
No better no better
I never shall be
If I cant have
Barbara Allen"
"I can't forgive that jealous night
Down at the Logwood Tavern
You drank and drank
With the ladies there
And you slighted Barbara Allen"
She was on her long way home
She saw the hearse a-coming
"Lay down, lay down
Your corpse of clay
That I may look upon him"
The more she looked the more she mourned
Until she fell to the ground in sorrow
"Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow"
They buried her in the old churchyard
And William's grave was by her
On William's grave there grew red rose
On Barbara's grave a briar
They grew and grew
Up the old church wall
Until they could grow no higher
They leapt and tied in a true love knot
With the rose wrapped around the middle