| Twas in the merry month of May
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| When green buds all were swelling
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| Sweet William on his death bed lay
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| For love of Barbara Allen
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| He sent his servant to the town
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| To the place where she was dwelling
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| Saying you must come, to my master dear
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| If your name be Barbara Allen
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| So slowly, slowly she got up
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| And slowly she drew nigh him
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| And the only words to him did say
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| Young man I think you’re dying
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| He turned his face unto the wall
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| And death was in him welling
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| Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all
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| Be good to Barbara Allen
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| When he was dead and laid in grave
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| She heard the death bells knelling
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| And every stroke to her did say
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| Hard hearted Barbara Allen
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| Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave
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| Make it both long and narrow
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| Sweet William died of love for me
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| And I will die of sorrow
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| And father, oh father, go dig my grave
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| Make it both long and narrow
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| Sweet William died on yesterday
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| And I will die tomorrow
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| Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
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| Sweet William was buried beside her
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| Out of sweet William’s heart, there grew a rose
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| Out of Barbara Allen’s a briar
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| They grew and grew in the old churchyard
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| Till they could grow no higher
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| At the end they formed, a true lover’s knot
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| And the rose grew round the briar |