In Scarlet Town where I was born There was a fair maid dwelling Made every youth Cry Well-a-day! Her name was Barbara Allen All in the merry month of May When greenbugs, they were swilling Young Jeremy Grove on his deathbed lay For love of Barbara Allen He sent his man into the town To the place where she was dwelling Says, "Will you come to my master, dear If your name is Barbara Allen?" Then slowly, slowly got she up And slowly camе she nigh him And all she said when thеre she came "Young man, I think you're dying" "Indeed, I'm sick and very sick And won't get any better Unless I gain the love of one The love of Barbara Allen" Don't you recall the other night While at the alehouse drinking You drank a health to the ladies' round But slighted Barbara Allen? And death is printed on his face And all his heart is stealing And again he cried as she left his side Hard-hearted Barbara Allen As she was walking all the fields She heard the death-bell tolling And every toll, it seemed to say "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen" When he was dead and laid in grave Her heart was struck with sorrow Since Jeremy died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow She was buried in yon churchyard And Jeremy laid a-nigh her And from his grave grew a red, red rose And out of hers, a briar They grew and grew 'round the old church tower 'Til they could grow no higher They met and twined in a true love knot The red rose 'round the briar