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29 Oct 05 - 01:43 PM (#1593229) Subject: Lyr Add BARBARA ALLEN (from Shirley Collins) From: Roberto BARBARA ALLEN As recorded by Shirley Collins on "Sweet England," Topic TSCD815, first released in 1959. It was round and about last Martinmas time When the green leaves were swellin' That young Jimmie Grove of the West Country Fell in love with Barb'ry Allen. He sent his man into the town To the place where she was dwellin'. "O, will you come to my master dear If your name be Barb'ry Allen?" Then slowly, slowly got she up And slowly came she nigh him And all she said when there she came: "Young man, I think you are dyin'." "O yes, I'm sick; I'm very sick. Indeed I think I'm dyin', But a word from you would revive me again, O lovely Barb'ry Allen." "Do you recall, young man," she said, "When the red wine you were spillin', How you made the ladies' health go 'round And you slighted Barb'ry Allen?" And death is printed on his face And o'er his heart is stealing And again he cried as she left his side: "Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen!" As she was a-goin' over the field, She heard the death-bell tollin', And every sound that death-bell gave: "Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen!" "O mother, mother, make my bed. O make it soft and narrow. Since Jimmie died for me today, I'll die for him tomorrow." |
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29 Oct 05 - 02:13 PM (#1593240) Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN (from Shirley Collins) From: Roberto Shirley Collins recorded again Barbara Allen some years later. A check to this too, please. I think she sings "Martinmas tide" (not "time") in the previous recording as well. R BARBARA ALLEN As recorded by Shirley Collins on "The Power of the True Love Knot", Fledg'ling Records FLED 3028, first released in 1967. It was 'round and about last Martinmas tide When the green leaves were swellin' That young Jimmie Grove of the West Country Fell in love with Barb'ry Allen. He sent his man into the town To the place where she was dwellin', Says: "Will you come to my master dear If your name is Barb'ry Allen?" And slowly, slowly got she up And slowly came she nigh him And all she said when there she came: "Young man, I think you're dyin'." "Indeed I'm sick and very sick And shan't get any better Unless I gain the love of one, The love of Barb'ry Allen." "But don't you remember last Saturday night When the red wine you were spillin'? You drank a health to the ladies there But you slighted Barb'ry Allen." And death is printed on his face, And o'er his heart is stealin', And again he cried as she left his side: "Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen!" As she was a-goin' over the fields, She heard the death-bell tollin', And every sound it seemed to say: "Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen!" "O mother, mother, make my bed. Come make it soft and narrow. Since Jimmie died for me today, I shall die for him tomorrow." |