'Twas in the merry month of May
When all the flowers were blooming
Sweet William Green on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant unto her
He sent him to her dwelling
Saying, "Master's sick, he calls for you
If your name be Barbara Allen"

So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly when she met him
But all she said when she passed his bed
"Young man, I think you're dying"

Do you remember in yonder's town
In yonder's town I drank in
You raised your glass to the womеn all around
But you slighted Barbara Allen

Oh mother, mothеr make my bed
Oh make it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
And I'll die for him tomorrow

They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him beside her
And out his grave there lay a rose
And out of her's, a briar

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