Barbara Allen https://youtube/watch?v=K1p4I5LXU3k Was in the merry month of May When flowers were a-bloomin Sweet William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen Slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she went nigh him And all she said when she got there Young man, I think youre dying O yes Im sick and very low And death is on me dwellin No better shall I ever be If I dont get Barbara Allen Dont you remember the other day When you were in the tavern You toasted all the ladies there And slighted Barbara Allen O yes, I remember the other day When we were in the tavern I toasted all the ladies there Gave my love to Barbara Allen He turned his pale face to the wall And death was on him dwellin Adieu, adieu, my kind friends all Be kind to Barbara Allen As she was walkin through the fields She heard the deathbells knelling And every toll they seemed to say Hardhearted Barbara Allen O mother, mother, make my bed O make it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today Ill die for him tomorrow They buried Willie in the old churchyard And Barbara there anigh him And out of his grave grew a red, red rose And out of hers a briar They grew and grew in the old churchyard Till they couldnt grow no higher They lapped and tied in a true loves knot The rose ran around the briar
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 23:15:04 +0000
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