In London city where I once did dwell
And where I got my learnin'
I fell in love with a pretty young girl
And her name was Barbara Allen
All in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen.
He sent his servant to the town,
To the place where she was dwellin'
Sayin' "You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barb'ra Allen."
So, slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words that she did say
"Young man I think you're dyin'."
He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was drawing nigh him,
"Goodbye, goodbye to my friends all,
Be good to Barb'ra Allen."
When he was dead and in his grave
She heard the death bells knellin',
And every stroke to her did say:
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen."
"Oh papa, oh papa go dig me a grave
Go dig it deep and narrow
For Willie Grove has died for love
And I shall die for sorrow."
They buried Will in the old church yard
They buried miss Barbara beside him
And from his grave there grew a red rose
from hers there grew a briar
They grew to the top of the old church wall
They could not grow any higher
And there they formed a true love-knot
Red rose around the briar.
There are numerous versions of this song.
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