Barbara Allen

All in the merry month of May
 When all things they were bloomin'
 Sweet William came from the Western States
 And courted Barb'ry Allen
 It was all in the month of June
 When the green buds they were fallin'
 Sweet William on his death-bed lay
 For the love of Barb'ry Allen
 He sent his servant to the town
 Where Barb'ry was a-dwellin'
 My master is sick and sends for you
 If your name be Barb'ry Allen
 So slowly, slowly she got up
 And slowly she came nigh him
 And all she said when she got there:
 Young man, I think you're dying
 O yes, I'm sick, and very sick
 And death is on me dwellin'
 No better, no better I never will be
 If I can't have Barb'ry Allen
 O yes, you're sick, and very sick
 And death is on you dwellin'
 No better, no better you never will be
 For you can't have Barb'ry Allen
 Don't you remember in yonder town
 When we were at the tavern
 You gave a health to the ladies all 'round
 And slighted Barb'ry Allen
 O yes, I remember in yonder town
 In yonder town a-drinkin'
 I gave a health to the ladies all 'round
 But my heart to Barb'ry Allen
 As she was on her high way home
 She spied his corpse a-comin'
 Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay
 That I may look upon him
 The more she looked, the more she mourned
 Till she fell to the ground a-cryin'
 Saying - Take me up and carry me home
 For I am now a-dyin'
 She was buried in the old church-yard
 And he was buried nigh her
 On William's grave there grew a red rose
 And on Barb'ry's grew a green briar
 They grew to the top of the old church wall
 Till they could not grow any higher
 They lapped and they tied in a true lover's knot
 And the rose grew round the briar