It's where I got my learnin'.
I fell in love with a pretty young girl,
and her name was Barbara Allen
I courted her for seven long years,
she said she would not have me
Straight away home as I could go,
and a liking done to a dime
I sent my servant to the town
where Barbara was a -dwellin'
My master's sick, he sent for you,
if your name be Barbara Allen
As she walked by his dine bed,
she saw his pale lips quiverin'
No better, no better I'll ever be
If I can't get Barbara Allen
Oh, don't you remember a long time ago
Way down in Yonder Tavern
You drank a toast to the ladies all
But you slide at Barbara Allen
Oh, yes, I remember a long time ago
Way down in yonder tavern
I drank a toast to the ladies all
But my love was for Barbara
Now as she went down the winding road,
she heard the wee birds singing.
Every bird it seemed to say hard, hard,
Oh, Papa, oh, Papa, go dig my grave,
Little Jimmy Cruz has died for love,
And I must die for sorrow.
They buried Jim in the old churchyard,
They buried Miss Barbara beside him.
From his grave there grew a red rose,
From her grave grew a briar.
They grew to the top of the
They could not grow any higher.
Red rose around the briar.
