| 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 be 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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| «Adieu! |
| Adieu! |
| 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 |