English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians
122 Songs and Ballads, and 323 Tunes With Lyrics & sheet Music - online book
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9 I went right home to my mother dear,
Says: Make my death bed long and narrow. Sweet Willie has died for me to-day, I'll die for him tomorrow.
10 Sweet Willie he died like as to-day, And Barbara as tomorrow ;
Sweet Willie died with the purest love, And Barbara died with sorrow.
11 Sweet Willie was buried in one churchyard, And Barbara in another.
A rose bud sprang from Willie's grave, And a briar from Barbara Allen's.
12 They grew and they grew to the tall church door; They could not grow any higher.
They linked and tied in a true love's knot And the rose wrapped around the briar. |
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He sent his servant to the town, He sent him to her dwelling, Saying: Master's sick and very sick, And for your sake he's dying.
Slowly, slowly, she gets up,
And to his bedside going,
She drew the curtains to one side
And says: Young man, you're dying.
He reached out his pale, white hands Intending for to touch her. She jumped, she skipped all over the room, And says: Young man, I won't have you.
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