Don Edwards - Barbara Allen lyrics

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