Barbara Allen

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Twas in the merry month of May the flowers were a bloomin
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And there upon my deathbed lay for the love of Barbara Allen

I sent my servant to the town, the town where you did dwell in
"My master dear has sent me here if your name be Barbara Allen"

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In the tavern oh the tavern oh I drank to all ladies fair
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But that noble lass with her empty glass is my long life's despair.


Slowly slowly you got up Slowly you came to me
And the only words you said to me were "Will I think you're dying"

I turned my face unto the wall I turned my back upon you
So long farwell to all my friends be kind to Barbara Allen

In the tavern

I looked to the east, I looked to the west I saw a corpse a comin'
Now sit you down before me now so I may gaze upon you

The more I looked the more I grieved I bursted out to crying
Said pick me up and carry me home I feel like I am dying

In the tavern

They buried me in the old churchyard they buried you in the choir
And from my grave there grew a rose From yours grew a green briar

They grew and grew to the steeple top till they could grow no higher
And there they twined a true love's knot The red rose and briar