merle travis
barbara allen
In scarlet Town where I was born  There was a fair maid dwelling  Made many a youth cry well a day  Her name was Barbara Allen   It was in the merry month of May  When green buds they were swelling  Sweet William came from the west country  And he courted Barbara Allen   He sent his servant unto her  To the place where she was dwelling  Said my master's sick, bids me call for you  If your name be Barbara Allen   Well, slowly, slowly got she up  And slowly went she nigh him  But all she said as she passed his bed  Young man I think you're dying   Then lightly tripped she down the stairs  She heard those church bells tolling  And each bell seemed to say as it tolled  Hard hearted Barbara Allen   O, mother, mother go make my bed  And make it long and narrow  Sweet William died for me today  I'll die for him tomorrow   They buried Barbara in the old church yard  They buried Sweet William beside her  Out of his grave grew a red, red rose  And out of hers a briar   They grew and grew up the old church wall  Till they could grow no higher  And at the top twined a lover's knot  The red rose and the briar