Was in the early month of May
When the wingbuds were a-swelling,
Young William on his deathbed lay
In love with Barbara Allen
He sent a servant to the place
Where Barbara was a-dwellin'
"My master says for you to come,
If your name be Barbara Allen"
Then slowly, slowly, she rose up
And slowly she went to him,
But the only words she had to say were
"Young man I think you're dying"
"I know I'm sick, and very sick,
And death in me is dwellin'
But I shall never see my time again
If I don't get Barbara Allen."
"I know you're sick, and very
And death in you is dwellin'
But you shall never see your time again
For you won't get Barbara Allen."
He turned his pale face to the wall
He turned his back upon her
"Adieu, adieu, to the ladies all
And woe to Barbara Allen"
She mounted on her milk white steed
And she rode through town a-sailin'
And every house that she passed by
Said "Woe to Barbara Allen"
She scarce had gone one mile from
When she heard the death bell tollin'
She looked to the east and she looked to the West
And she spied the corpse a-comin'
"O mother, mother, make my bed
And make it soft and narrow
For William died for me today
And I'll die for him tomorrow"
They carried them both to the old
And buried them both together
And out of his grave there grew wild rose
And out of hers a briar