Barbara Allen

In scarlet Town where I was born
 There was a fair maid dwelling
 Made many a youth cry well a day
 Her name was Barbara Allen
 It was in the merry month of May
 When green buds they were swelling
 Sweet William came from the west country
 And he courted Barbara Allen
 He sent his servant unto her
 To the place where she was dwelling
 Said my master's sick, bids me call for you
 If your name be Barbara Allen
 Well, slowly, slowly got she up
 And slowly went she nigh him
 But all she said as she passed his bed
 Young man I think you're dying
 Then lightly tripped she down the stairs
 She heard those church bells tolling
 And each bell seemed to say as it tolled
 Hard hearted Barbara Allen
 O, mother, mother go make my bed
 And make it long and narrow
 Sweet William died for me today
 I'll die for him tomorrow
 They buried Barbara in the old church yard
 They buried Sweet William beside her
 Out of his grave grew a red, red rose
 And out of hers a briar
 They grew and grew up the old church wall
 Till they could grow no higher
 And at the top twined a lover's knot
 The red rose and the briar