Coll. by Boyd Tackett, Jr. For M.C. Parler
Sung by George Reaves Guitar by Prentis Reaves Cookson Star Route Tahlequah, Oklahoma
Reel 365, Item 6
'Twas on the merry month of May The roses they were blooming Little William Gray on his death bed lay For the love of Barbary Allen.
They sent a servant to the town To the place where she were dwelling Says, unto my master for you to come If your name be Barbary Allen.
Slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
And all she said when she got there
Young man, I think your a-dying.
Oh, yes, I'm sick and very sick And this shall be my dwelling Never more shall I either be If I don't get Barbary Allen.
Oh, yes, you're sick and very sick And death shall be your dwelling Nevermore shall you either be For you won't get Barbary Allen*
And Babary Allen left the room
She left the room a-smiling
And all his friends stand a-weeping around
Hard-hearted Barbary Allen.
She had not got but half a mile Till she heard the death bell ringing Every time they seemed to say Hard-hearted Barbary Allen.She placed herself in the chamber door She saw the corpse a-coming Oh, bring to me that cold clay corpse And let me look upon him.
The more she looked the worse she wept And then turned to her mother
Says mother, oh mother, you're the cause of this Cause you would not let me have him.
Oh father dear, go dig my grave And dig it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow.
Sweet William was buried in one church yard And Barbary in another
Out of William's grave come a sweet, red rose And out of Barbary's a briar.
They grew and grew up the church yard wall Till they could not grow no higher They looped and tied in a true love knot Red rosie and green briar.
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