Collected by: Deanna Moore
Transcribed by: Doug Haynie
Arkansas Folklore Class
Sung by: RK Moore
Benton, Arkansas October 23, 1960
Reel 382; Item 11
Young man, young man, you're very low And death is in you dwelling.
And none the better will I ever be If I can't get Barbara Allen.
Oh yes, oh yes, you're very low And death is in you dwelling And none the better shall you ever be Cause you can't get Barbara Allen.
He turned his pale face to the wall,
She turned her back upong him.
She had traveled non more than a mile and a half When she heard the death bells ringing.
She whirled he body round and about Till she saw the corpse a'coming.
Go bring him here, bring him to me That I may look upon him.
Sweet William died for me today.
He died in love and sorrow.
Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow.
Sweet William was laid in a now made grave And Barbara in another.
A. rose sprang from Williams grave
Abriar sprang from Barbara's.
They wound themselves around and about They entwined themselves together.
To show to the world and the passers by Two lovers died together.
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