Twas in the merry month of May

When green buds 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

As she walked slowly o'er the field

She heard the death bells knelling

And with every stroke it seemed to say

Hard hearted Barbara Allen

Oh mother, oh mother make by bed

Make it both long and narrow

Sweet William died for me today

And I will die for him tomorrow

They buried her in the old churchyard

They buried him beside her

And from his grave grew a red red rose

And from her grave a green briar

They grew and grew to the steeple top

Till they could grow no higher

And there they tied a true love's knot

Red rose around green briar