Barbara Allen
Arr: STEWART, ANDY, TRAD
In scarlet town where i was born,
there was a fair made dwellin'
And every youth had lost his heart,
To lovely barbara allen,
There aws a lad who loved her well,
But they had loved and parted
And now he lies his death bed on
He's broken hearted
And slowly slowly she came in
the place where he was lyin',
And oh she said when she saw him there,
Young man I think you're dyin'.