In Scarlet Town,
where I was born,
there was a fair maid dwellin',
made every youth cry well awake.
Her name was Barbara Allen.
He sent his servants to the town
where Barbara was a -dwellin'.
Your master sent and sent for you
If your name's Barbara Allen
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she came nigh him
And all she said when she got there
Young man, I think you're dying
Yes, I'm sick and very sick
And death is on me dwelling
No better, no better, I never will be
If I can't have Barbara Allen
Oh mama, oh mama, go dig my grave
Go dig it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
Now he was buried in
the old churchyard
And he was buried, and I heard
On William's grave there grew a red rose,
On Barbara's grew a green briar.