In Scarlet Town. where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry-well-a-day,
her name was Barb'ra Allen.

It was all in the merry month of may
When all things were a - bloomin'
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbra Allen.

He sent his servent to the town,
To the place where she was dwellin',
Sweet William's sick and sends fou you
If your name be Barbra Allen.

So slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And all she said when she got there
Was "Young man, I think you're dyin'."

Oh yes, I'm sick, so very sick,
And death is in me dwellin'
No better, no better will I ever be,
If I can't have Barbra Allen.

Oh yes, you're sick, so very sick,
And death is in you dwellin'
No better, no better will you ever be,
For you can't have Barbra Allen.

In a tavern over in yonder town,
In the place where you are dwellin'
You drank the health of the ladies round,
But slighted Barbra Allen.

As she was on her way back home,
The birds they all were singin',
And as they sang, they seemed to say,
Hard hearted Barbra Allen.

She turned to the East, she turned to the west,
She spied his mourners comin'
Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay
And let me look upon him.

The more she looked the more she mourned
She fell to the ground a cryin',
Said take me home, oh take me home
For I think that I am dyin'.

Mother, oh mother go make my bed,
Go make it long and narrer,
Sweet William died for me today,
And I'll die for him tomarrer.

They buried her in the old church yard,
They buried William nigh her.
And on his grave grew a big red rose,
On Barbra's grew a briar.

They grew and grew to the old church tower,
Till they could grow no higher'
And twined they were in a true lover's knot,
With the rose growin' 'round the briar.

In Scarlet Town. where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry-well-a-day,
her name was Barb'ra Allen.