Barbara Allen
Michaelmas Day being a day in the year
The green leaves, they were falling
Young Johnny rose from his own country
Fell in love with Barbara Allen
"Get up, get up" her mother said
"Get up and go and see him"
"O mother dear, do you not mind the time
That you told me how to slight him?"
"Get up, get up," her father said
"Get up and go and see him"
"O father dear, do you not mind the time
That you told me how to shun him?"
So, slowly, slowly, she got up
And slowly she put on her
And slowly went to his bedside
And slowly looked upon him
"You're lying low young man" she said
"And almost near a dying"
"One word from you would bring to me too
If you be Barbara Allen"
"One word from me, you never will get
Nor any young man breathing
For the better of me, you never will be
Though your heart's blood was a spilling"
"Look down, look down to my bed foot"
"It's there you'll find them lying
My bloody sheets and bloody shirts
I sweat them for you, Allen"
"Look up, look up my bed head"
"It's there you'll find them hanging
My gold watch and my gold chain
I bestow them to you, Allen"
As she was going home to her mother's house
She heard the death bell ringing
And every clap that the death bell did ring
It was woe be to you, Allen
As she was going home to her father's house
She saw the funeral coming
"Lay down, lay down that weary corpse
'Til I get looking on him"
She lifted the lid up off the corpse
And bursted out with laughing
And all his wearied friends around
Cried "hard hearted Barbara Allen!"
She went home to her mother's house
"Make my bed long and narrow
For the death bell did ring for my true love today
It will ring for me tomorrow"
Out of one grave, there grew a red rose
And out of the other a briar
And they both twisted into a true lover's knot
And there remained forever
