Barbara Allen

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Twas in the merry month of May,
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When green buds all were swellin,
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Sweet William on his death bed lay
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For love of Barbara Allen.

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He sent his servant to the town,
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To the place where she was dwellin,
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Saying, "You must come to my master dear,
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If your name be Barb´ry Allen."


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So, slowly, slowly she got up,
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And slowly she drew nigh him,
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And the only words to him did say,
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"Young man, I think you´re dyin."

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He turned his face unto the wall,
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And death was in him wellin,
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"Good-bye, good-bye to my friends all,
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Be good to Barb´ry Allen."

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When he was dead and laid in grave,
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She heard the death bells Knellin,
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And every stroke to her did say:
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"Hard-hearted Barb´ry Allen."

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"Oh mother, oh mother, go dig my grave,
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Make it both long and narrow;
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Sweet William died of love for me,
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And I will die of sorrow."

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"And father, oh father, go dig my grave,
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Make it both long and narrow,
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Sweet William died on yesterday,
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And I will die tomorrow."

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Barb´ry Allen was buried in the old church-yard,
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Sweet William was buried beside her;
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Out of Sweet William´s heart there grew a rose,
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Out of Barb´ry Allen´s, a briar.

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They grew and grew in the old church-yard,
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Til they could grow no higher;
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At the end they formed a true lovers´ knot,
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And the rose grew round the briar.