In Scarlet town, where I was born There was a fair maid a dwellin’ Made every youth cry "well a day" And her name was Barb’ry Ellen 
’Twas in the merry month of May When green buds they were a swellin’ Sweet William on his death bed lay For the love of Barb’ry Ellen 
When he was dead and in his grave Her heart was struck with sorrow "Oh mother, oh mother, come make my bed For I shall die tomorrow." 
She on her deathbed as she lay Begged to be buried by him And sore repented of the day That she did e’er deny him 
They buried her in the old church yard And he was buried nigh her On William’s grave grew a red, red rose On Barb’ry’s grew a brier 
They grew to the top of the old church wall Till they could grow no higher And there they tied a true lover’s knot The red rose ’round the brier 
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