barbara allen

t'was in the merry month of may, when flowers were a-bloomin', sweet willie on his deathbed lay, for the love of barbara allen, he sent his servant to the town, the town where she did dwell in, saying "master dear has sent me here, if your name be barbara allen", then slowly, slowly she got up, and slowly she went to him, and all she said when she got there, "young man, i think you're dying", "oh don't you remember the other day, when we were in the tavern?, you drank your health to the ladies there, and you slighted barbara allen", he turned his face unto the wall, he turned his back upon her, "adieu! adieu! to all my friends, be kind to barbara allen", she looked to the east, she looked to the west, she saw his corpse a-comin', "oh sit him down for me" she cried, "that i may gaze upon him", the more she looked the more she grieved, she bursted out to cryin', sayin' "pick me up and carry me home, for i feel like i am dyin'", they buried willie in the old churchyard, and barbara in the new one, from willie's grave there grew a rose, from barbara's a green briar, they grew and grew to the old church wall, and could not grow no higher, and there they died in a true love-knot, the rosebush and the briar