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In Scarlet town where I was born,
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There was a fair maid dwellin'
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Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
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Her name was Barb'ra Allen.
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All in the merry month of May,
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When green buds they were swellin'
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Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
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For love of Barb'ra Allen.
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He sent his servant to her door
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To the town where he was dwellin'
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Haste ye come, to my master's call,
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If your name be be Barb'ra Allen.
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So slowly, slowly got she up,
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And slowly she drew nigh him,
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And all she said when there she came:
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"Young man, I think you're dying!"
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He turned his face unto the wall
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And death was drawing nigh him.
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Good bye, Good bye to dear friends all,
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Be kind to Bar'bra Allen
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When he was dead and laid in grave,
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She heard the death bell knelling.
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And every note, did seem to say
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Oh, cruel Barb'ra Allen
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"Oh mother, mother, make my bed
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Make it soft and narrow
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Sweet William died, for love of me,
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And I shall of sorrow."
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They buried her in the old churchyard
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Sweet William's grave was neigh hers
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And from his grave grew a red, red rose
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From hers a cruel briar.
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They grew and grew up the old church spire
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Until they could grow no higher
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And there they twined, in a true love knot,
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The red, red rose and the briar.
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Barbara Allen
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| Andreas Scholl |
