There was a fair maid dwellin'
And many lads cried well a day
For the love of Barbary Al len
And in the merry month of May,
When green buds they are swelling,
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For a love of Barbary Allen
And down where she was a -d wellin'
He said, You must come to my master, dear,
If your name be Barbary Al len.
Well slowly, slowly rose she up,
And slowly drew she nigh him,
and the only words to him
I think you're dying well
he turned his face unto the wall
and death was with him dealing
he said farewell my comrades all be kind to barbary al
len now and as she walked her long way home
she heard the death bell a -bellin
and every stroke did seem to say hard -hearted
She said, Bonnie, Barbie, take him
Oh, it's time enough to tell me now
when his head's done there makin'
She said, Bonnie, Barbie, take him
Oh, it's time enough to tell me now
Now, mother, mother, go make my bed
And you make it soft and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
Now Barbary Al len in the choir,
out of his breast there grew a rose,
Well, they grew and they grew
Till they could grow no higher
For all true lovers to admire