Barbara Allen - Asher Quinn (Asha)

Written by：Judy Collins

All in the merry month of May

When green buds all were swelling

Sweet William on his death bed lay

For love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant to the town

To the place where she did dwelling

Saying master dear has sent me here

If your name be Barbara Allen

And slowly slowly she got up

And slowly she went to him

And all she said when she got there

Was young man I think you're dying

Oh don't you remember the other night

When we were in the tavern

You drank your toast to the ladies there

And slighted Barbara Allen

He turned his face unto the wall

He turned his back upon her

Adieu adieu to all my friends

And be kind be kind to Barbara Allen

As she was wandering on the fields

She heard the death bell knelling

And every note it seemed to say

Hard-hearted Barbara Allen

The more it tolled the more she grieved

She bursted out a-crying

Oh pick me up and carry me home

I fear that I am dying

They buried Willy in the old church yard

And Barbara in the new one

And from William's grave there grew a rose

And from Barbara's a green briar

They grew and grew in the old church yard

Till they could grow no higher

And there they tied in a true lover's knot

The red rose and the briar