All in the merry month of May
When all things they were bloomin'
Sweet William came from the western states
And courted Barbara Allen
It was all in the month of June
When the green buds they were fallin'
Sweet William on his d**hbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant to the town
Where Barbara was a-dwellin'
My master is sick and he sent for you
If your name be Barbara Allen
Slowly, slowly, she got up
Slowly she came nigh him
And all she said when she got there
"Young man, I thinks you're dying"
Yes, I'm sick, and very sick
d**h on me is dwelling
No better, no better I never can be
If I can't have Barbara Allen
Oh yes, you're sick and very sick
And d**h is on you dwelling
No better, no better, you never will be
For you can't have Barbara Allen
'Cause do you remember in yonder town
We were in the tavern drinking
You drank a health to the ladies all around
And slighted Barbara Allen
Oh yes, I remember in yonder town
In yonder town a-drinking
I gave a health to the ladies all around
But my heart to Barbara Allen
As she was on her highway home
She spied his corpse a-comin'
"Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay
So I may look upon him"
The more she looked, the more she moaned
'Til she fell to the ground a-cryin'
Saying, "Take me up and carry me home
For now I am a-dying"
Oh Father, oh Father go dig my grave
Go dig it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I will die for him tomorrow
She was buried in the old churchyard
And he was buried nigh her
On William's grave there grew a red rose
On Barbara's grew a green briar
They grew to the top of the old church wall
'Til they could not grow any higher
They locked and tied
In a true lover's knot
The rose grew 'round the briar