In Scarlet Town where I was born there was a fair maid dwelling   And every youth cried Well Away her name was Barbara Allen   Twas in the merry month of May when all green buds were swelling   Young William 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 William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow   Upon her grave there grew a rose on William's grave were briars   They twine and twine in a true love's knot and the rose grew round the briar...