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In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried Well Away
Her name was Barbara Allen

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

He sent his servant into town
To the house where she was dwelling
Said you must come to my Master
If your name'd be Barbara Allen

So slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she came nigh him
But the only thing she said to him
Young man I think you're dying.

Oh I am sick so very sick
And death is on me dwelling
No better I will ever be
If I can't have Barbara Allen

As she walked slowly toward her home
She heard the death bells tolling
And every bell appeared to say
How hard is Barbara Allen.

Oh father, father dig my grave
And dig it long and narrow
My William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow

Upon her grave there grew a rose
On William's grave were briars
They twine and twine in a true love's knot
And the rose grew round the briar...

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