Barbara Allen

They burried him neath the old church tower,

They burried her bnigh him,

And from his grave grew a red, red rose,

From barbrys grew a green briar.

They grew and grew neath the old church tower

Till they could grow no higher,

And there they twined in a true lovers knot.

The red rose

And

The green briar.

There is your folk song for the week- well the last two verses of one anyways

Jenn~