Rose And Briar Lyrics

All in the merry month of may

When the green buds were swellin'

Dear Lord Jim on his deathbed lay

For the love of Barbry Ellen

He sent his servant into town

To the place where she was dwellin

My master's sick and he sends for you

If you're name is Barbry Ellen

Slowlie, slowlie got she up

And slowly, slowly went she nigh him

All she said as she kissed his head

Lord Jim I'm afraid that your dyin'

Oh mother, mother, go make my bed

Lay me down, lay me down in sorrow

You have to choose 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 tellin

When it comes I'll take my leave

But I'll miss you Barbry Ellen

He turned his pale face to the wall

She crossed the field the bell was knellin

It tolled the loss of young Lord Jim

And broke the heart of Barbry Ellen

And she was buried in the old church yard

He was buried beside her

From his grave grew a red, red rose

And from hers grew a briar