In the merry month of May
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Tommy Jones on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbara Allen

He sent his man unto her then
To the place where she was dwellin'
"You must come to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen"

So slowly, slowly she came up
And slowly she came nigh him
But all she said when she came there
"Young man I think you're dyin'

If on your deathbed you do lie
What needs the tale you're tellin'
I cannot keep you from your death
Farewell" said Barbara Allen

He turned his face onto the wall
As deadly pangs he fell in
Farewell, farewell, farewell to all
Farewell to Barbara Allen