Father, oh father, go dig my grave,
Make it both long and narrow.
Lord William died for me today.
I’ll die for him tomorrow.
They laid her to rest in the old churchyard.
Lord William was buried beside her.
And out of his heart grew a blood-red rose,
And out of hers, 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:
The red rose and the briar.
– from “Barbara Allen”
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