Collected by Mary C. Parler Inez Gibson
Fayetteville, Ark. May 18, 1956
Reel 311, Item 3
Barby Allen (The tune is unusual)
It was in the merry month of May When the buds were swelling,
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay For the love of Barby Allen.
He sent his servant to the town,
The town where she was dwellin’,
Saying, Master dear has sent me here If you be Barby Allen.
Then slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she went to him All she said when she got there,
Young man, I think you’re dying.
And as she gazed into his eyes,
She burst out to crying,
Saying, Pick me up and carry me home,
I feel like I am dying.
0 Father, go and dig my grave,
Go dig it long and narrow,
Sweet Willie died for love today And I must die for sorrow.
They buried Willie in the old churchyard,
And Barbra in the new one,
By Willie’s grave there grew a rose And Barbra Ellen a green-briar.
They grew and grew to the old church wall,
Till they could grow no higher;
There they tied in a truelove knot The rose bush and the briar.
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