Ed McCurdy Barbara Allen

Oh, in the merry month of May
The green buds they were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant to her door
To the place where she was dwelling
Oh miss, oh miss come quickly now
If your name be Barbara Allen

Slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
She drew the curtain to one side
She said “Young man, you’re a dyin’.”

Yes, I am sick and very sick,
And griefs is in me dwelling
No better, no better I'll ever be
if I don't get Barbara Allen

Do you remember the other night
When you were at the Tavern
You drank a health to the ladies all
But slighted Barbara Allen.

Yes, I remember the other night
When I was at the tavern
I gave a health to the ladies all
And my heart to Barbara Allen

He turned his face toward the wall,
For death was in him dwellin’:
“Goodbye, Goodbye, my dear friends all,
Be kind to Barbara Allen!”

As she was walking towards her home,
She heard the death bell knellin’;
And every stroke it seemed to say
"Cold hearted Barbara Allen.”

“Oh mother, mother, make my bed,
Make it long and narrow:
Sweet William died for me today,
I’ll die for him tomorrow.”