Letras
In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
Made every youth cry well-a-day
Her name was Barbara Allen
All in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swelling
Young Jimmy Grove on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his man unto her then
To the town where she was dwelling
You must come to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen
For death is printed on his face
And all his heart is stealing
Then haste away to comfort him
O lovely Barbara Allen
Though death be printed on his face
And all his heart is stealing
Yet little better shall he be
For bonnie Barbara Allen
So slowly, slowly she came up
And slowly she came nigh him
And all she said when there she came
Was young man, I think you're dying
He turned his face unto her straight
With deadly sorrow sighing
O lovely maid, come pity me
I'm on my deathbed lying
If on your deathbed you do lie
What needs the tale you're telling
I cannot keep you from your death
Farewell, said Barbara Allen
He turned his face unto the wall
As deadly pangs he fell in
Adieu, adieu, adieu to you all
Adieu to Barbara Allen
As she was going o'er the fields
She heard the bell a-knelling
And every stroke did seem to say
Unworthy Barbara Allen
She turned her body round about
And spied the corpse a-coming
Lay it down, lay it down, the corpse she said
That I may look upon him
With scornful eye she looked down
Her cheek with laughter swelling
Whilst all her friends cried out amain
Unworthy Barbara Allen
When he was dead and laid in grave
Her heart was struck with sorrow
O mother, mother, make my bed
For I shall die tomorrow