O Bobby (Barb'ry) cried, poor thing she moaned
O what whooping and hollering!
I know you're sick, you're very pale
Young man, you're slowly dying

Go bring me back my pony here
I'll send away my servant
Go bring my love a-here this day
And let her gaze upon me

Oh the more she looked when she first goodbye
She looked right deep with sorrow
I know he saw my own true love
True willful Barbara Allen

Now the loved one died on a Christmas day
My loved one died one Monday
They buried them both underneath the grave
And they placed the soil upon them him

Now coffee grows on white oak trees
And the river flows with brandy
And the sweetest love that ever I knew
And it was poor Barbara Allen

Now plant this grave a bramble brier
On Rosy's grave plant a brier
So they grow until they reach the sky
When the knot was tied in Ohio

O let the world know that I died for love
I died right weeping and moaning
I said farewell when the corpse come along
True willful Barbara Allen

Now sixteen horses they may ride
O bring me back my lover
The loved one's gone to meet the grave
And it's fare-you-well, Barbara Allen