T'was in the merry month of May
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When flowers were a-bloomin'
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Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
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For the love of Barbara Allen
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He sent his servant to the town
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The town where she did dwell in
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Saying "Master dear has sent me here
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If your name is Barbara Allen"
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Then slowly, slowly she got up
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And slowly she went to him
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And all she said when she got there
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"Young man, I think you're dying"
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"Oh don't you remember the other day
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When we were in the tavern?
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You drank your health to the ladies there
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And you slighted Barbara Allen"
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He turned his face unto the wall
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He turned his back upon her
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so long farewell to all my friends
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Be kind to Barbara Allen"
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She looked to the east, she looked to the west
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She saw his corpse a-comin'
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"Oh sit him down for me" she cried
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"That I may gaze upon him"
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The more she looked the more she grieved
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She bursted out to cryin'
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Sayin' "Pick me up and carry me home
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For I feel like I am dyin'"
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They buried Willie in the old churchyard
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And Barbara in the new one
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From Willie's grave there grew a rose
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From Barbara's a green briar
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They grew and grew to the old church wall
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And could not grow no higher
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And there they died in a true love-knot
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The rosebush and the briar
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Barbara Allen
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Norah Jones |