Barbara Allen lyrics

Emmy Rossum

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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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