Barbara Allen


Text písně Barbara Allen

It was in the merry month of May 
The green buds were a swelling. 
Sweet William on his deathbed lay 
For love of Barbara Allen 

He sent his servant unto her 
To the place where she was dwelling. 
Saying you must come, to his bedside now 
If your name be Barbara Allen 

So slowly, slowly she got up 
And slowly she drew night him 
And the only words to him she said 
Young man I think you're dying 

As she walked slowly o'er the fields 
She heard the death bell knelling 
And with every stroke it seemed to say 
Hardhearted Barbara Allen 

Oh mother, oh mother make me bed 
Make it long and narrow 
Sweet William died for me today 
And I will die for him tomorrow 

The buried her in the old churchyard 
The buried him beside her 
And from his grave grew a red red rose 
And from her grave a green briar 

They grew and grew to the steeple top 
Till they could grow no higher. 
And there they tied in a true loves knot. 
Red rose around green briar