John Travolta

'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