Yonder town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
Made every youth cry well away
Her name was Barbera Allen
'Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swelling
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbera Allen
He sent a servant to her door
To the place where she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his death bed now
If your name be Barbera Allen
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him
And all she said when there she came
Young man I think you're dying
When he was dead laid in the grave
She heard the death bell tolling
And every note did seem to say
Hard hearted Barbera Allen
Oh mother, mother make my bed
Make it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old church yard
Sweet William was her neighbor
And from his grave grew a red rose
From her grave a greebriar
They grew and grew up the church spire
'Til they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true loves knot
The red, red rose and briar.

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