Collected by Sung by Mrs. Montie Martin
Brenda Jo Upton Jasper, Ark.
April 25, 1962
Reel 401 Item 14
All in the happy days of May When the buds were all a-swelling,
Sweet William lie on his death bed For the sake of Barbara Allen.
He sent a servant to her house And to her father's dwelling.
My master said for you to come there And let your name be Barbara Allen.
Slowly, slowly as she rose up Slowly as she went to him,
She jerked the curtains from o'er his bed, Young man, I'm feared you're dying*
Oh yes I'm sick and very sick And death's on me a-dwelling,
And no better I'll ever be Till I get Miss Barbara Allen.
Oh yes you're sick and very sick And death's on you a-dwelling,
And no better you'll ever be You'll never get Barbara Allen.
Oh do you remember that long summer day When we was near the cavern,
You passed your wine to the ladies all And slighted Barbara Allen.
Oh yes I remember that long summer day When we was near the cavern,
I passed my wine to the ladies all My love to Barbara Allen*Reel 401, Item 14
BARBARA ALLEN, page 2 sung by Mrs. Montie Martin
Slowly, slowly as she rose up Slowly as she went from him,
She scarely got three miles from there Til she heard his death bell a'ringing.
Oh mother, dear mother, go make my bed And make it long and narrow.
Sweet William died for mg today,
I'll die for him tomorrow.
Sweet William was buried inthe new church yard And Barbara Allen inthe other.
A rose, a rose from Sweet William's breast And out of Barbie's a briar.
And there they grew to the top of the church And they could not grow no higher.
They lapped and tied in a true love knot And the rose run round the briar.
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