Barbara Allen Lyrics

Twas in the merry month of May
When all gay flowers were bloomin'
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbary Allen

He sent his severant to the town
He sent him to her dwelling
Sayin' Master's sick and very sick
And for your sake he's dying

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