(Old English traditional song)

It being the springtime of the year,
The flowers were freshly blooming.
A young man from my own country
Fell in love with Barbara Allen.

This young man took sick and he went to bed,
And he called out for Barbara Allen.
She came to him and she softly said:
"Young man I think that you're dying."

"I am not dying!" the young man said.
"One kiss from you would cure me!"
"One kiss from me you'll never see,
Though I thought that you're heart was breaking.

For do you remember last Sunday night,
Out in the ballroom dancing?
You danced all night with the village bride,
And you slighted Barbara Allen."

So she went back to her father's house,
Where she heard the church bell tolling.
And each toll that the bell did ring
Called out for Barbara Allen.

Now she'd not gone back so very far
When she saw the funeral coming.
"Lay down, lay down the corpse!" she cried,
"So that I may gaze upon him.

Oh father, father, dig my grave,
And dig it deep and narrow.
A young man died for me today,
I shall die for him tomorrow."

So they both were buried in the old churchyard,
But she was buried higher.
And from her grave a red rose grew,
And from his grave a brier.