In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin’
Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
Her name was Barbara Allen
All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they’re a swellin’
Young William Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his squire unto the town
The place where she was dwellin’
Haste ye come, to my master’s call,
The one who’s Barbara Allen
At last appear she at the door
At last to where he’s lying,
But all she says to sweet William’s tears
Young man, I think you’re dying
He turned his face unto the wall
As death to him was calling
Good bye, Good bye to my dear friends. All
My love to Barbara Allen
And so he died and laid in wake,
So sounded death bell knelling
And every toll, it did seem to say
Oh, cruel Barbara Allen
Oh father dear please dig a grave
And make it deep and narrow
Sweet William died, for the love of me,
And now my heart doeth follow
Very next day they bury her
Sweet William’s grave beside her
And from one heart grew a red red rose
The other grew a briar
Now somewhere hides an old church yard
With graves un kept belying
Where still they twine, as in loves embrace,
The red rose and the briar
