| lyric | 1. Was in the merry month of May,
when flowers were abloomin’,
Sweet William on his deathbed lay,
For the love of Barb’ra Allen.
2. Slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she went nigh him,
And all she said when she got there,
„Young man, I think you’re dying.“
3. „O yes I’m sick and very low,
And death is on me dwellin’,
No better shall I ever be
Ifl don’t get Barbara Allen.“
4. 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.“
5. As she was walkin’ through the fields,
She heard the deathbells knelling,
And every toll they seemed to say,
„Hardhearted Barbara Alien.“
6. „O mother, mother, make my bed,
0 make it long and narrow,
Sweet William died for me today,
I’ll die for him tomorrow
7. Sweet William died in a Saturday night,
And Barbara died on Sunday,
Her mother died for the love of both,
And was buried on Easter Monday.
8. 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.
9. They grew and grew in the old churchyard
Till they couldn’t grow no higher,
They lapped and tied in a true love’s knot.
The rose ran around the briar. |