Barbara Allen
Bob Dylan
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In Scarlet town where I was born There was a fair maid dwelling And every youth cried well away For her name was Barbara Allen 'Twas in the merry month of May The green buds were a swelling Sweet William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen He sent a servant unto her To the place she was dwelling Saying you must come to his deathbed now If your name be Barbara Allen Slowly, slowly she got up Slowly, slowly she came nigh him And the only words to him she said Young man I think you're dying As she was walking o'er the fields She heard the death bell knelling And every stroke it seemed to say Hardhearted Barbara Allen Oh, mother mother make my bed Make it long and make it narrow Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow They buried her in the old churchyard They buried him in the choir And from his grave grew a red red rose From her grave a green briar They grew and grew to the steeple top 'Till they could grow no higher And there they twined in a true love's knot Red rose around green briar In Scarlet town where I was born There was a fair maid dwelling And every youth cried well away For her name was Barbara Allen
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Written by: Bob Dylan, DP
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