IT was in the merry month of May
When green birds all were swelling,
Sweet William on his death bed lay

For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town

To the place where she was dwelling,
Saying you must come, to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen.


So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him

And the only words to him did say
Young man I think you're dying.


He turned his face unto the wall
And death was in him welling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all

Be good to Barbara Allen.

When he was dead and laid in grave

She heard the death bells knelling
And every stroke to her did say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen.


Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,

Sweet William died of love for me
And I will die of sorrow.


And father, oh father, go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday

And I will die tomorrow.

Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard

Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of Sweet William's heart, there grew a rose
Out of Barbara Allen's a brier.


They grew and grew in the old churchyard
Till they could grow no higher

At the end they formed, a true lover's knot
And the rose grew round the briar.