In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried Well-a-way
Her name was Barbara Allen
'Twas in the merry month of May
When all green buds were swelling
Young William, on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant into town
To the house where she was dwelling
Saying you must come to my Master
If your name be Barbara Allen
So, slowly, slowly, she got up
And slowly, she came by him
But the only thing she said to him
"Young man, I think you're dying"
Oh, I am sick, so very sick
And death is on me dwelling
No better, I will ever be
If I can't have Barbara Allen
As she walked slowly, toward her home
She heard the death bells tolling
And every bell appeared to say
How hard is Barbara Allen
Oh father, father, dig my grave
And dig it long and narrow
My William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
Upon her grave, there grew a rose
On William's grave, were briars
They twined and twined, in a true love's knot
And the rose grew round the briar
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