It was in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling,
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant unto her
To the place where she was dwelling,
Saying you must come, to his bedside now
If your name be Barbara AllenSo slowly,
slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying
As she walked slowly o'er the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And with every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen
Oh mother, oh mother make my bed
Make it long and narrow,
Sweet William died for me today
And I will die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him beside her,
And from his grave grew a red red rose
And from her grave a green briar
They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher,
And there they tied in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar.
