Posted by Tiger In Scarlet town where I did dwell, And in the merry month of May, Now he sent his servent down to her, Well, slowly, slowly rose she up, Well, he turned his face unto the wall, Now, as she walked her long way home, Now her younger sister, she came to her, And her older sister, she came to her, Now mother, mother, go make my bed, Sweet William was buried in the old churchyard, Well, they grew and they grew, up the old church spire
on August 16, 2006, 9:47 am, in reply to "Old Ballad song I can't find the lyrics to Barbara Allen"
Here's one.
There was a fair maid a-dwellin’,
And many a lad cried “Well-a-day.”
For love of Barb’ry Allen.
When green buds they are a-swellin’
Sweet William, on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barb’ry Allen.
And down where he was dwellin’.
Said: “You must come to my master, dear,
If your name be Barb’ry Allen.”
And slowly drew she nigh him,
And the only words to him she said
“Young man, I think you’re dyin’!”
And death was with him a-dealin’.
He said: “Farewell, my comrades all,
Be kind to Barb’ry Allen.”
She heard the death bell a-knellin’,
And ev’ry stroke did seem to say,
“Hard-hearted Barb’ry Allen.”
She said: “Bonnie Barb’ry, take him
Oh, it’s time enough to tell me now,
When his headstone they’re a-makin’.”
She said: “Bonnie Barb’ry, take him
Oh, it’s time enough to tell me now,
When his grave clothes they’re a-makin’.”
And you make it soft and narrow,
Sweet William died for me today,
I’ll die for him tomorrow.
Now Barb’ry Allen in the choir.
Out of his breast there grew a rose,
And out of hers, a briar.
’Til they could grow no higher,
And there they twined in a true lovers’ knot,
For all true lovers to admire.
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