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Barbara Allen
[Verse 1]
'Twas in the merry month of May
When all the flowers were blooming
Sweet William Green on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen

[Verse 2]
He sent his servant unto her
He sent him to her dwelling
Saying, "Master's sick, he calls for you
If your name be Barbara Allen"

[Verse 3]
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly when she met him
But all she said when she passed his bed
"Young man, I think you're dying"

[Verse 4]
Do you remember in yonder's town
In yonder's town I drank in
You raised your glass to the womеn all around
But you slighted Barbara Allen

[Verse 4]
Oh mother, mothеr make my bed
Oh make it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
And I'll die for him tomorrow
[Verse 5]
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him beside her
And out his grave there lay a rose
And out of her's, a briar