Rose & Briar

All in the merry month of May
When the green buds are swelling
Dear lord Jim on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbary Ellen

He sent his servant into town
To the place where she was dwelling
My master is sick, he sends for you
If your name is Barbary Ellen

Slowly slowly, got she up
Slowly slowly went she nigh him
And all she said as she kissed his head
"Lord Jim I'm afraid you're dying."

Mother mother, go make my bed
And lay me down, lay me down in sorrow
You have to chose, the preacher said
I got the news, sweet Jim is dead
And I'll join him tomorrow

Oh yes, oh yes
I'm low indeed
And as for death there is no telling
What comes for me I'll take my leave
But I'll miss you Barbary Ellen

He turned his pale face to the wall
She crossed the field, the bell was knelling
It told the loss of young lord Jim
Broke the heart of Barbary Ellen

And she was buried
In the old church yard
And he was buried beside her
And from his grave grew a red, red, rose
And from hers grew a briar

Mother mother, go make my bed
And lay me down, lay me down in sorrow
You have to chose, the preacher said
I got the news, sweet Jim is dead
And I'll join him tomorrow
And I'll join him tomorrow
And I'll join him tomorrow