Songtexte Barbara Allen - Pete Seeger
                                                Twas 
                                                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 
                                                was 
                                                dwelling,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saying 
                                                you 
                                                must 
                                                come, 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                master 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                your 
                                                name 
                                                be 
                                                Barbara 
                                                Allen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                slowly, 
                                                slowly 
                                                she 
                                                got 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                slowly 
                                                she 
                                                drew 
                                                nigh 
                                                him,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                words 
                                                to 
                                                him 
                                                did 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                Young 
                                                man 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                you're 
                                                dying.
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                turned 
                                                his 
                                                face 
                                                unto 
                                                the 
                                                wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                death 
                                                was 
                                                in 
                                                him 
                                                welling,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Good-bye, 
                                                good-bye, 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                friends 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                good 
                                                to 
                                                Barbara 
                                                Allen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                dead 
                                                and 
                                                laid 
                                                in 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                heard 
                                                the 
                                                death 
                                                bells 
                                                knelling
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                every 
                                                stroke 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                did 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hard 
                                                hearted 
                                                Barbara 
                                                Allen.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                mother, 
                                                oh 
                                                mother 
                                                go 
                                                dig 
                                                my 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                it 
                                                both 
                                                long 
                                                and 
                                                narrow,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                William 
                                                died 
                                                of 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                die 
                                                of 
                                                sorrow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                father, 
                                                oh 
                                                father, 
                                                go 
                                                dig 
                                                my 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                it 
                                                both 
                                                long 
                                                and 
                                                narrow,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                William 
                                                died 
                                                on 
                                                yesterday
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                die 
                                                tomorrow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Barbara 
                                                Allen 
                                                was 
                                                buried 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                churchyard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                William 
                                                was 
                                                buried 
                                                beside 
                                                her,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                of 
                                                sweet 
                                                William's 
                                                heart, 
                                                there 
                                                grew 
                                                    a 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                of 
                                                Barbara 
                                                Allen's 
                                                    a 
                                                briar.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                grew 
                                                and 
                                                grew 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                churchyard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                they 
                                                could 
                                                grow 
                                                no 
                                                higher
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                they 
                                                formed, 
                                                    a 
                                                true 
                                                lover's 
                                                knot
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                rose 
                                                grew 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                briar.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Barbara Allen
2 Young Man Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn
3 Midnight Special
4 House of the Rising Sun
5 Careless Love
6 Oh, What a Beautiful City (Twelve Gates to the City)
7 Poor Boy
8 Sally Ann
9 The Riddle Song
10 Go Tell Aunt Rhodie
11 The Water Is Wide
12 The Fox
13 The Keeper and The Doe
14 Pretty Polly
15 Jesse James
16 Stagolee (Stagger Lee)
17 Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair
18 Camptown Races
19 Blow the Man Down
20 Froggie Went a Courtin'
21 I Had a Rooster (Barnyard Song)
22 Putting on the Style
23 The Farmer's Curst Wife
24 Hard Travelin'
25 Alabama Bound
26 Wimoweh
27 Dink's Song
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