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• Artiste: John Travolta
• Titre: Barbara Allen
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'Twas in the merry month of May When green buds all were swellin' Sweet William on his death bed lay For the love of Barbara Allen He sent his servant to the town To the place where she was dwellin' Saying, "You must come to my master dear, If your name be Barb'ry Allen" So slowly, slowly she got up, And slowly she drew nigh to him, And the only words to him did say "Young man, I think you're dying" He turned his face unto the wall And death was in him welling Goodbye, goodbye to my friends all Be kind to Barb'ry Allen When he was dead and laid in grave She heard the death bells knellin' And every stroke to her did say "Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen" "Oh mother, oh mother, go dig my grave Make it both long and narrow Sweet William died of love for me And I will die of sorrow" "Oh father, oh father, go dig my grave Make it both long and narrow Sweet William died on yesterday And I will die tomorrow" Barb'ry Allen was buried in the old church-yard Sweet William was buried beside her Out of Sweet Williams heart there grew a rose Out of Barb'ry Allen's, a briar They grew and gew in the old church-yard 'Til they could grow no higher At the end they formed a true lovers' knot And the rose grew 'round the briar