All in the merry, merry month of May When the green buds they were swelling Young William Green on his death-bed lay For the love of Barbara Ellen
He sent his servant to the door To the place where she was dwelling Saying "master's sick, and he sends for you If your name is Barbara Ellen"
So slowly, slowly, she got up And so she came nigh him And all she said when she got there "Young man, I believe you're dying"
"Oh yes, my love, I am very low And death is on me dwelling No better, no better I ever will be For I can't get Barbara Ellen"
"Oh yes, young lord, you are very low And death is on you dwelling No better, no better you ever will be For you can't get Barbara Ellen"
"For don't you remember in Yonder's Town In Yonder's Town a drinking? You passed your glass all around And you slighted Barbara Ellen"
"Oh yes, I remember in Yonder's Town In Yonder's Town a drinking I gave my health to the ladies all around But my heart to Barbara Ellen"
He turned his pale face to the wall For death was on him dwelling "Adieu, adieu you good neighbors all Adieu, sweet Barbara Ellen"
As she was going across the fields She heard those death bells knelling And every stroke of the death bells said "Hard-hearted Barbara Ellen"
"Oh mother, mother, make my bed Go make it long and narrow Young William's died for me today And I'll die for him tomorrow"
Oh, she was buried in the old church tower And he was buried nigh her And out of his bosom grew a red, red rose And of hers, a briar
They grew and grew, on the old church tower 'Till they could not grow no higher Then they locked and they tied in a true lover's knot The red rose around the briar