Barbara Allen

 Oh in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swelling
Young Tommy Jones on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his men unto her then
To the place where she was dwelling
You must come to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen
So slowly slowly she came up
And slowly she came at him
But all she said when she came there
Young man I think you're dying
If on your death bed you do lie
What needs a tale you're telling
I cannot keep you from yourself
Farewell said Barbara Allen
He turned his face unto the wall
As deadly pangs he fell in
Farewell farewell farewell to all
Farewell to Barbara Allen