Barbara Allen Lyrics
Barbara Allen - Eddy Arnold
In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
Made every youth's cried Well
A day her name was Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May
When all green buds were swelling
Young Jemmy Grove on his death bed
Lay for the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant into town to the house
Where she was dwelling
Said you must come to my Master
If your name'd be Barbara Allen
So slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she came nigh him
But the only thing she said to
Him young man I think you're dying
Oh I am sick so very sick
And death is on me dwelling
No better I will ever be
If I can't have Barbara Allen
As she walked slowly toward her home
She heard the death bells tolling
And every bell appeared to say
How hard is Barbara Allen
Oh father father dig my grave
And dig it long and narrow
My Jemmy died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
Upon her grave there grew a rose
On Jemmy's grave were briars
They twine and twine in a true love's knot
And the rose grew round the briar