It being the springtime of the year   The flowers were freshly blooming   A young man from my home country   Fell in love with Barbara Allen      This young man took sick and went to bed   And he called out for Barbara Allen   She came to him and softly said:   Young man I think you are dying      I am not dying! the young man said   One kiss from you would cure me   One kiss from me you'll never see   Though I thought that you're heart was breaking      Or do you not remember last Sunday night   Out in the ballroom dancing   You danced all night with the village whore   And you slighted Barbara Allen      So she went back to her father's house   And she heard the church bell tolling   And each toll that the bell did ring   Called out for Barbara Allen      Now she'd not gone back so very far   When she saw the funeral coming   Lay down, lay down the corpse she cried   So that I may gaze upon him      Oh father, father, dig my grave   And dig it deep and narrow   A young man died for me today   I shall die for him tomorrow      So they both were buried in the old churchyard   But she was buried higher   And from her grave a red rose grew   And from his grave a brier