Barbara AllenCifra de Cavaquinho

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Twas in the merry month of May, 
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When green buds all were swellin, 
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Sweet William on his death bed lay 
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For love of Barbara Allen. 

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He sent his servant to the town, 
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To the place where she was dwellin, 
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Saying, 'You must come to my master dear, 
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If your name be Barb´ry Allen.' 


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So, slowly, slowly she got up, 
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And slowly she drew nigh him, 
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And the only words to him did say, 
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'Young man, I think you´re dyin.' 

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He turned his face unto the wall, 
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And death was in him wellin, 
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'Good-bye, good-bye to my friends all, 
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Be good to Barb´ry Allen.' 

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When he was dead and laid in grave, 
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She heard the death bells Knellin, 
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And every stroke to her did say: 
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'Hard-hearted Barb´ry Allen.' 

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'Oh mother, oh mother, go dig my grave, 
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Make it both long and narrow; 
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Sweet William died of love for me, 
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And I will die of sorrow.' 

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'And father, oh father, go dig my grave, 
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Make it both long and narrow, 
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Sweet William died on yesterday, 
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And I will die tomorrow.' 

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Barb´ry Allen was buried in the old church-yard, 
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Sweet William was buried beside her; 
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Out of Sweet William´s heart there grew a rose, 
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Out of Barb´ry Allen´s, a briar. 

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They grew and grew in the old church-yard, 
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Til they could grow no higher; 
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At the end they formed a true lovers´ knot, 
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And the rose grew round the briar.