Misc Traditional - Barbara allen

In S^Gcarlet Town where I was born, There was a ^D7fair maid dwelling, ^GMade many a youth cry well a day, Her name was ^DBarbara ^GAllen.

It ^Gwas in the merry month of May When green ^D7buds they were swelling; ^GSweet William came from the west country And he courted ^DBarbara ^GAllen.

He ^Gsent his servant unto her To the place ^D7where she was dwelling; ^GSaid my master's sick, bids me call for you If your name be ^DBarbara ^GAllen.

Well, ^Gslowly, slowly got she up And slowly ^D7went she nigh him; ^GBut all she said as she passed his bed Young man I think ^Dyou're d^Gying.

Then ^Glightly tripped she down the stairs She heard ^D7those church bells tolling; ^GAnd each bell seemed to say as it tolled Hard-hearted ^DBarbara ^GAllen.

O, ^Gmother, mother go make my bed And make it ^D7long and narrow; ^GSweet William died for me today I'll die for ^Dhim tomo^Grrow.

They ^Gburied Barbara in the old church yard They buried ^D7Sweet William beside her; ^GOut of his grave grew a red, red rose And out of h^Ders a br^Giar.

They ^Ggrew and grew up the old church wall Till they c^D7ould grow no higher; ^GAnd at the top twined in a lovers' knot The red rose ^Dand the ^Gbriar.