In Scarlet town, where I was born There was a fair maid dwellin' Made every youth cry well-a-day Her name was Barbara Allen
All in the merry month of May When green buds they were swellin' Young Jemmy Grove on his deathbed lay For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his man down through the town To the place where she was dwellin' 'O haste and come to my master dear Gin ye be Barbara Allen'
O hooly, hooly rose she up To the place where he was lyin' And when she drew the curtain by 'Young man, I think you're dyin''
'O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick And 'tis a' for Barbara Allen' 'O the better for me ye's never be Tho your heart's blood were a-spillin''
'O dinna ye mind, young man' said she 'When ye was in the tavern a-drinkin' That ye made the healths gae round and round And slighted Barbara Allen?'
He turned his face unto the wall And death was with him dealin' 'Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all And be kind to Barbara Allen'
And slowly, slowly raise she up And slowly, slowly left him And sighing said she could not stay Since death of life had reft him
She had not gane a mile but twa When she heard the dead-bell knellin' And every jow that the dead-bell geid It cried, 'Woe to Barbara Allen!'
'O mother, mother, make my bed O make it saft and narrow Since my love died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow'
'Farewell' she said 'ye virgins all And shun the fault I fell in Henceforth take warning by the fall Of cruel Barbara Allen'
They buried her in the old churchyard Sweet William's grave was nigh her And from his heart grew a red, red rose And from her heart a briar
They grew and grew up the old church wall 'Til they could grow no higher Until they tied a true love's knot The red rose and the briar