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In Scarlet Town where I was born there was a fair maid dwelling And every youth cried Well Away her name was Barbara Allen Twas in the merry month of May when all green buds were swelling Young William on his death bed lay for the love of Barbara Allen He sent his servant into town to the house where she was dwelling Said you must come to my Master if your name'd be Barbara Allen So slowly slowly she got up and slowly she came nigh him But the only thing she said to him young man I think you're dying Oh I am sick so very sick and death is on me dwelling No better I will ever be if I can't have Barbara Allen As she walked slowly toward her home she heard the death bells tolling And every bell appeared to say how hard is Barbara Allen Oh father father dig my grave and dig it long and narrow My William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow Upon her grave there grew a rose on William's grave were briars They twine and twine in a true love's knot and the rose grew round the briar From Letras Mania