It was in the merry month of May   When the green buds were swelling   A young man on his death bed lay   For love of Barbara Allen      He sent his servant to the town   Sent him to her dwelling   My master's sick and he sends for you   If you are Barbara Allen      So slowly, slowly she got up   Slowly she would nigh him   And all she said when she got there was   ?My true love you're dying?      He turned his face unto the wall   Death was in him dwelling   Adieu, adieu to my sweet friends all   Be kind to Barbara Allen      When he was dead and laid in grave   She heard the death bells knelling   And every stroke to her did say   Hard hearted Barbara Allen      As she walked down the road to home   She saw his hearse a-comin'   "Oh, lay him down on the cold, cold ground   That I may gaze upon him"      Oh mother, mother, make my bed   Make it soft and narrow   For my true love has died today   I'll die for him tomorrow      They buried her by the old church tower   In there lay beside her   And from her grave grew red, red rose   And from his grave grew brier      They grew to the top of the old church tower   Till they could grow no higher   And there they tied in a true love's knot   The red, red rose and the brier