Here's our version of Barbara Allen a traditional ballad originating in England and Scotland, and even mentioned in Samual Pepys diary 1666 which immigrants introduced to the United States, where it became a popular folk song.
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lyrics
Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May,
When green buds all were swellin',
Sweet William on his death bed lay,
For the love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to the town,
To the place where she was dwellin',
Sayin', "You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barb'ry Allen.
So, slowly slowly she got up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him did say,
"Young man I think you're dyin'."
He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was in him wellin',
"Goodbye, goodbye to my friends all,
Be good to Barb'ry Allen."
When he was dead and laid in grave,
She heard the death bells knellin',
And every stroke to her did say:
"Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen."
"Oh mother mother, go dig my grave,
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died of love for me,
And I will die of sorrow."
"And father father, go dig my grave,
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday,
And I will die tomorrow."
Barb'ry Allen was buried in the old church yard,
Sweet William was buried beside her;
Out of William's heart, there grew a rose,
Out of Barb'ry Allen's a briar.
They grew and grew in the old church yard,
'Till they could grow no higher;
At the end they formed a true lovers knot,
And the rose grew 'round the briar.
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