1 In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin' Made every youth cry Well-a-day, Her name was Barb'ra Allen.
2 All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin' Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barb'ra Allen.
3 He sent his servant to her door
To the town where he was dwellin' Haste ye come, to my master's call, If your name be be Barb'ra Allen.
4 So slowly, slowly got she up,
And slowly she drew nigh him, And all she said when there she came: "Young man, I think you're dying!"
5 He turned his face unto the wall
And death was drawing nigh him. Good bye, Good bye to dear friends all, Be kind to Bar'bra Allen
6 When he was dead and laid in grave,
She heard the death bell knelling. And every note, did seem to say Oh, cruel Barb'ra Allen
7 "Oh mother, mother, make my bed
Make it soft and narrow Sweet William died, for love of me, And I shall of sorrow."
8 They buried her in the old churchyard
Sweet William's grave was neigh hers And from his grave grew a red, red rose From hers a cruel briar.
9 They grew and grew up the old church spire
Until they could grow no higher And there they twined, in a true love knot, The red, red rose and the briar.