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12 They grew as high as the new church house, They could not grow any higher; They grew and tied in a true love knot, A rose grew on the briar.
2 There stands three young ladies so fair, They're dressed in every colour. There's not but one that I call my own And that is Barbara Ellen.
3 It wasn't very long before William taken sick, Death was all he dreaded.
Sent his love for Barbara to come, She come, she come a-running.
4 And all she said when she got there : Young man, I think you're dying.
O yes, I'm sick, I'm very sick And never be no better.
5 It wasn't very long till Barbara started home. She heard the corpse bells ringing.
She looked East, she looked West And saw the pale corpse coming.