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 Jemmy Grove on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen.
Then slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And all she said when there she came: