Barbara Allen

Barbara Allen-Judy Collins

Twas in the merry month of May

When green buds were swelling

A young man on his death bed

Lay for his lover Barbara Allen

He sent his servant unto town

Send it to her dwelling

My master's sick and It's sent for you

If your are Barbara Allen

Oh, slowly, slowly got she up

And slowly went she nigh him

And all she said When she got there was

My true love you're dying

He turned his pale face onto the wall,

And death was on him dwellin'.

"Adieu, Adieu, to my sweet friends all,

Be kind to Barbara Allen."

AS She walked down the road upon

She saw his corpse a-comin'.

"Lay down, lay down the cold ground," she said,

"And let me gaze upon him."

Oh mother, mother make my bed,

Oh make it soft and narrow,

For my true love died today,

I'll die for him tomorrow."

They buried Barbara in the old church tower

They buried Sweet William beside her

From his grave grew a red, red rose

They grew up the top of old church tower

Till they could grow no higher

And at the top twined a lover's knot

The red rose and the briar

Arranged by Kidlang