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 masters sick and Its 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 youre 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,
Ill 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 lovers knot
The red rose and the briar
Arranged by Kidlang