Barbara Allen

In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made many a youth cry well-a-day,
Her name was Barb'ra Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Sweet William came from the North Country,
For a-courtin�?Barb'ra Allen.

He sent his servant unto her
To the place where she was dwellin'
My Master’s sick, he’s very sick,
For the love of Barb'ra Allen.

So slowly, slowly got she up,
And slowly she went nigh him,
And as she passed his bed she said:
"Young man, I think you're dying!"

He turned his pale face to the wall
And busted out a-cryin�?
Good bye, Good bye my dear friends all,
Be kind to Bar'bra Allen

"Oh mother, mother, go make my bed
Make it both soft and narrow
Sweet William died for me tonight,
I’ll die for him tomorrow."

They buried Sweet William in the old churchyard
They burried her beside him
Out of his grave grew a red, red rose
and out of hers a briar.

They grew and grew up the old church spire
Till they could grow no higher
And then entwined in a lover‘s knot,
The red rose and the briar.

Das lässt sich besser singen als die Fontane-Nachdichtung.

Gruß, hugo