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One day one day in the month of May,
When the flowers were a-blooming
Young Johnnie Gray from West Tennessee,
Fell in love with Barbry Allen.
He sent his servant to her door,
Unto her father's dwelling,
My master says, you must come there,
If your name be Barbry Allen.
Slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she went to him,
And all she said when she got there,
"Young man I think you're dying.”
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm very sick,
I'm sick for Barbry Allen,
a better day I never shall see
’til I get Barbry Allen.
Do you remember Granville Town
In Granville Town of Eddlee,
You passed the drinks to the ladies all around,
And you slighted Barbry Allen.
She started home across the field
'fore she got half a mile,
She heard her death bells a-ring
"Cruel hearted Barbry Allen."
She looked to the east, she looked to the West,
She saw that corpse a-coming,
Oh corpse of clay, come help me now,
If your name be Barbry Allen.
Oh mother dear, go make my bed,
Don't make it soft and narrow,
My true love has died today,
I'll die for him tomorrow.
They buried him in the ol’ church yard
And they buried her all a-nigh him
And out of his grave grew a red, red rose
And out of hers a briar.
They grew and they grew up the old church tower
’til they couldn't grow no higher,
they locked and tied a true love’s knot,
the rose around the briar.
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