In Scarlet Town where I was born There was a fair maid dwellin Made ev'ry youth cry - Well-a-day! Her name was Barbara Allen All in the merry month of May When green buds they were swellin Young Jeremy Grove on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen So slowly slowly she came up And slowly she came nigh And all she said when she came Young man, I think you're dying When he was dead and laid in grave Her heart was struck with sorrow O mother dear! Come make my bed For I shall die tomorrow