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6 Unfold, unfold those lily-white sheets And let me look upon him.
Sweet William died for me to-day, I'll die for him tomorrow.
7 Sweet William died on Saturday night, And Barbara on Sunday.
The old woman died for the love of both, She died on Easter Monday.
8 On William's grave a turtle dove, On Barbara's grave a sparrow. The turtle dove is the sign of love, The sparrow was for sorrow.
2 He sent a letter through the town To Barbary Allen's dwelling,
Saying: Here's a young man sick and he sends for you, For you to come and see him.
3 She walked in, she walked in, She placed her eyes upon him.
The very first word that she said to him: Young man, I think you're dying.
4 I know I'm sick and very sick, And sorrow it is dwelling with me. No better, no better I never will be Until I get Barbary Allen.