And when Sweet William was in his grave
she heard his death bells knellin’
and every stroke to her did say-
Hard-hearted Barbara Allen

Oh mother, oh mother, go dig my grave
and make it deep and narrow
Sweet William died of love for me
and I will die of sorrow

Oh father, oh father, go dig my grave
and make it deep and narrow
Sweet William died on yesterday
and I will die tomorrow

Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was there beside her
Out of his heart grew a red, red rose
out of her's a briar

They grew and they grew on the old church steeple
until they couldn’t grow no higher
and they tied a true lovers knot
the red rose and the briar

That's... a lot of fingers...