Barbra Allen

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     Twas in the merry month of May
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When green buds all were swelling,
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Sweet William on his death bed
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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 dwelling
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Saying you must come
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to my master dear
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If your name be Barbara Allen.

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      And 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 dying

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   He turned his face unto the wall
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And death was in him welling,
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Good-bye good-bye to my friends 
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all
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Be good to Barbara Allen

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 When he was dead and laid in grave
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She heard the death bells knelling
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And every stroke
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to her did say
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Hard hearted Barbara Allen

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       Oh mother oh mother go dig
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my grave and make it long and 
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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
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My grave and make it long and 
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narrow,
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Sweet William died on yesterday
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And I will die tomorrow

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     Barbara Allen was buried in
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the old churchyard
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Sweet William was buried beside her
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from William's heart,
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there grew a rose
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form Barbara Allen's a briar

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         They grew and grew in
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 the old churchyard
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Till they could grow no higher
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At the end they formed,
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a true lover's knot
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And the rose grew round the briar