Having lived the life of the only Barbara Ellen that I know, as a songstress and sound mind, I can only conclude that the majority of the populace haven't a clue, and I have just stumbled upon a site filled with those who own the fortune of wit to find a means to understand what I am about to embark...a theory.

I theorize that I am the reincarnate of Barbara Allen, and lead a life so complicated that people are still chanting of my last life.
Those that have the spinoffs of devilry are inaccurate. I am only a witch in the sense that I am centuries old, and can read minds, and can help, with the power of the mind, shift events.

Ask me what you will. I will do my best to answer your questions.
All this is true....to me it is more than a theory, obviously, this is my life. I can tell you why I supposedly acted so cruelly. It was not a black and white issue. Saying that he died b/c I refuted love is just a blanket statement, and THAT is wicked. My heart has never been cold...but dead...I did not understand William's so called love. I know he was a loving man, hence all the joyousness drinking, laughing, and dancing, and yes, he could make a girl sure feel special, if Bill's name is really Rob or Jim.

I just do not know a current Bill, and will be on the lookout for him now. Unless I killed him permanently, in which case then I killed my only true love and that makes sense why I never will have another true love.

This song, it confused me for a long time because my first 'dear' was William aka Billy, in the 4th grade.

But I was not the only woman that William loved, as the song goes. So, OK, I did not 'put out' for him maybe that night, but I would have gotten sick and died too. Those that say that I died on his grave...well, in a sense yes, I did. He was desirable, I just could not sleep with him again after his trysts, and he seems so somewhat ill. I have my honour, and as he lie dying he sent a messenger. True.

He was CONTAGIOUS...hello...trust me, I pick up a bug sooo easily, which is why I wasn't even drinking the night we went out. He got smashed. I figured the relationship was not going anywhere anyways beyond simple platonic love and friendship AFTer a torrid affair because he seemed so loose. Had I known all this would turn into song after all these centuries...man alive! I was shocked, and hid, my name, scorched was I, red faced, now all this time later I raise my head. I want to know, who wrote this about me? Did William tell a lyricist or poet? Now that I am here, I must find out. Everyone has questions including myself.

Contact me at barbaryellen@yahoo.com
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