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Thread #96947 Message #1903199
Posted By: Roberto
08-Dec-06 - 03:32 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Barbara Allen (from Phoebe Smith)
Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN (from Phoebe Smith)
Barbara Allen Phoebe Smith, The Yellow Handkerchief, Veteran Tapes 136, recordings 1969-1976 (transcription with the help of Danny Stradling)
A north (?) town I were bred and born And Cambridge I went dwelling 'Til I fell in love with a pretty fair maid And her name were Barbara Allen
It were early into the month of May When the green leaves they were budding When a young man on his death bed laid For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent round one of his servant men To the place were she were dwelling And a-saying - Young woman, I've been sont for thee If your name are Barbara Allen
Slowly she put on her cloak And slowly she walked to him Then she turned her back awards him And a-saying - Young man, you are a-dying
Dying, Miss, no that never can be One kiss from you will save me One kiss from me you never shall have Since my poor heart you have ruined
You remember that last Saturday night In the alehouse you were drinking You drank your health with all the fair maids And you daunted Barbara Allen
Mother dear, come and make my bed And make it long and narrow For as I may lay and take a rest And think of Barbara Allen
Mother dear, look at my bedside You will see a watch a-hanging There's a guinea-gold watch and a diamond ring Hung there for Barbara Allen
She were walking through the old footpath She heard the church bells a-tolling And the more they tolled, so loudly rolled - Hard haunted (hearted) Barbara Allen
She were walking down that road She met the corpse a-coming And the nearer she got to that corpse The further he drew from her
Set him down, my six bonny lads And let me gaze all upon him For this young man has died for me And I shall die tomorrow
He died on to one grey day And she died on the other They were both buried in to the old churchyard Both under one big laurel
Out of her sprang a red rose tree And out from him a briar They grow, they grow to a steeple tall And the red rose covered the briar, briar And the red rose covered the briar