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Thread #19122 Message #956422
Posted By: MMario
20-May-03 - 04:00 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Barbara Allen (different versions)
Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN / BARB'RA ALLYN / ..ELLEN
And from 'The Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads':
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.2 Sharp Sung by Jane Wheeler 1904
'Twas in the merry month of May When flowers were all a budding A young man on his death-bed lay for the sake of Barb'ra Allen.
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.12 Sharp Sung by Jim and Francis Gray 1906
In Scotland I was born and bred, In Scotland I was dwelling, when a young man on his deathbed lay For the sake of barb'rous Allen.
He sent his servant to her house, To the place where she was dwelling, saying: You must come to my master's house If your name is barbarous Allen.
So slowly she put on her clothes, so slowly she came to him, and when she came to his bedside, She says: Young man, you're dying.
A dying man, O don't say so, For one kiss from you will cure me. One kiss from me you never shall have While your poor heart is breaking.
If you look up at my bed hear You will see my watch a-hanging, Here is my gold ring and my gold chains I give it to Barborus Allen.
And if you look down at my bed's foot You weill see my bowl a-standing, And in it is the blood I have shed for the sake of Barbrous Allen.
As I was walking down the fields and heard some birds a-singing And as they sung they seemed to say Hard heated Barbrous Allen.
As I was walking down the lan And heard some bell a-tolling, And as they tolled they seemed to say; hard hearted Barbrous Allen.
As I was walking up the groves And met his corpse a-coming: Stop, stop, said she and steam awhile that I may gaze all on you.
The more she gaxe the more she smile till she burst out a-laughing, and her parents cried out: Fie for shame,. Hard hearted Barbrous Allen.
come mother, make up my bed, Make it both long and narrow My true love died for me yesterday and I will die for him to-morrow.
and he was buried in diamond stone And she was buried in cold harbor, And out of him sprung roses red and out of her sweet briar
It grew and grew so very high till it could grow no higher And around the tope growed a true lover's know and around it twined sweet briar.
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.14 Chappell
In Scarlet Town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin' Made ev'ry youth cry, well-a-day her name was Barbara Allen.
all in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swellin' Young Jemmy Grrove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his man unto her then, to the town where she was dwellin' You must come t my master dear, giff your name be Barbara Allen.
For death is printed on his face, and o'er his heart is stealin then haste away to comfort him O lovely Barbara Allen.
Though death be printed on his face, and o'er his heart is stealin, Yet little better shall he be For bonny Barbara Allen.
S lsowly, slowly, she came up, And slowly she came nigh him And all she said, when there she came, Young man, I think you're dying.
He turn'd his face unto her straight With deadly sorrow sighing; O lovely maid, come pity me, I'm on my death-bed lying.
If on your death-bed you do lie, what needs the tale you're telling', I cannot keep you from your theath; farewell, said Barbara allen.
He turn'd his face unto the wall, ad deadly pangs he fell in: Adieu! Adieu! adieu to you all, Adieu to Barbara Allen.
As she was walkin o'er the fields, she heard the bell a knellin; and every stroke did seem to say, Unworthy Barbara Allen.
she turn'd her body round about, and spied the corps a coming Lay down, lay down the corpse, she said, That I may look upon him
With scornful eye she looked down, Her cheek with laughter swellin'; Whilst all her friends cried out amian, Unworthy Barbara Allen.
When he was dead, and laid in grave, Her heart was struck with sorrow, O mother, mother, make my bed, for I shall die to-morrow.
Har hareted creature him to slight, who loved me so dearly: O that I had been more kind to him when he was alive and near me!
she, on her death-bed as she lay, begg'd to be buried by him And sore repented of the day That she did e'er deny him
Farewell, she said, ye virgins all, and shun the fault I fell in: Henceforth take warning by the fall Of Cruel Barbara Allen.
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.28 Broadwood Noted by Mrs. Grahame from the daughters of a Kentish Squire (the last of whom died in 1865)
In Scarlet Town where I was born There was a fair maid dwellin' Made ev'ry heart cry "Well-a-day!" Her name was Barb'ra Allen. All in the merry month of May, when green buds they were swellin', Young Jemmy Grove on his death bed lay for the love of Barb'ra Allen.
BARB'RA ALLYN Bronson 84.30 Sung by Elizabeth Cronin Collected Jean Ritchie
It was early early in the summer-time when the flowers were freshly springing, a young man came from the North Country Fell in love with Barb'ra Allyn, Fell in love with Barb'ra Allyn A young man came from the North country, fell in love with Barb'ra Allyn.
He fell sick and very very bad And more inclined to dying. He rode till he 'ruv to the old house room to the place where she was dwwelling To the place where she was dwelling He rode till he 'ruv to the old house room To the place where she was dwelling.
very slowly she got up And slowly she came to him the first word she spoke when she came there was, Young man, I fear you're dying, Young man I fiear you're dying, The first word she spoke when she came there Was, Young man, I fear you're dying.
Dyiung, dying, doesn't matter at all, he said, On kiss from you would cure me, On kiss from me you ne'er shall see, If I thought your heart was breaking, If I thought your heart was breaking, One kiss from me you ne'er shall see, If I thought your heart was breaking.
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.33 Kidson Benjermin Holgate - learned circa 1850
In Reading town, where I was born, there was a fair maid dwelling, Made every lyouth cry, Well-a-day! Her name was Barbara Allen.
BARBARA ELLEN Bronson 84.38 Creighton and Senior sung by Mrs. Dennis Greenough
O early in the month of May, The birds were sweetly singing, a young man on his death bed lay for the love of Barbara Ellen.
He turned his back unto the wall.
Out of her sprung a red rose bush and out of his a briar, then they grew up to the high church wall till they could frow no higher, and back they returned in a true lover's knot Red roses and sweet briar.
BONNY BARBARA ALLAN Johnson -1790 Bronson 84.40 Child 84A
IT was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a falling, That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country, Fell in love with Barbara Allan.
He sent his men down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling: `O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.'
O hooly, hooly rose she up, To the place where he was lying, And when she drew the curtain by, `Young man, I think you're dying.'
`O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan:' `O the better for me ye's never be, Tho your heart's blood were a spilling.
`O dinna ye mind, young man,' said she, `When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?'
He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: `Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.'
And slowly, slowly raise she up, And slowly, slowly left him, And sighing said, she coud not stay, Since death of life had reft him.
She had not gane a mile but twa, When she heard the dead-bell ringing, And every jow that the dead-bell geid, It cry'd, Woe to Barbara Allan!
`O mother, mother, make my bed! O make it saft and narrow! Since my love died for me to-day, I'll die for him to-morrow.'
BARBARY ALLEN Bronson 84.52 Campbell
He sent his servant down to say In the place where she was dwelling Oh, come, oh come to my master's bed If your name by Barbary Allen.
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.60 Wilkinson Sung by Jane Morris 1935
'Twas in the merry month of May, the green buds they were a-swelling, Young Jimmy mourned on his death ed, for the love of Barb'ra Allen
He sent his men unto her then, In the town where she was dwelling, You must go to my master, If your name be Barb'ra Allen.
So slowly she put on her clothes, so slowly came anigh him, the word she said when she got there: Young man I think you're dying.
He turned his back onto her then, and death was on him dealt; Adieu, adieu, to my friends all, Fare well to Barb'ra Allen.
So many miles she went from there, She heard the bells a-knelling, And every stroke did seem to say: Hard hearted Barb'ra Allen.
She turned her body round and about, she spied the corpse a-coming Sit down, sid down, the body: says she That I may look upon it.
so scornful she did look at him. His cheeks were not a-swelling, Her friends were crying out for shame. hear hearted Barb'ra Allen
Young Jimmy died, it might be today, and Allen died tomorrow, You Jimmy died for pure, pure love, Young Allen died for sorrow.
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.63 Wilkinson Sung by R. H. Mace 1935
It was in the merry month of May when green buds they were swelling a young man on his death-bed lay for the love of Barb'ra Allen.
He sent the message thru' the town where this young girl was dwelling. You must unto my master go If your name be Barb'ra Allen.
Oh slowly, slowly, she got up and slowly she went to him. And when she came to his bed-side Young man I believe you're dying.
O do you remember in yonder's town? In yonder's town a-drinking? You passed your glasses all around And slighted Barb'ra Allen.
He turned his pale face to the wall And sorrow was his leaving. Adieu, adieu to the pretty girls all Adieu to Miss Barb'ra Allen.
Oh she went walking thru the town, she heard the church bell tolling. And every tone it seemed to say hard hearted Barb'ra Allen.
Oh she went raging thru the town, she saw the corpse a-coming Set down, set down, those corpse: she said, And let me gaze upon him.
The more she looked the worse she cried, the farther she got from him. siad: If I had been more kind to you when I were closer to you.
Young Jimmy was buried in the new church-yard Barb'ra Allen was buried in the choir. Out of youn Jimmy's grave, thre sprung a red rose, out of Barb'ra Allens grave, a green brier.
They growed, they growed to the church steeple top, till they could grow no higher. They linked and tied in a true-lover's know The rose wrapped around the brier.
BARBARA ELLEN Bronson 84.78 Sharp Sung by John Lewis 1917
Early early in the spring The green buds they were swellin Sweet William on his death-bed lay For love of Barbra Ellen
BABIE ALLAN Bronson 84.79 Harris
It fell about the Martmas time When green leaves they war fallin'; That Sir John graham o'th North Kintrie Fell in love wi Bawbie Allan
BARBARA ALLEN Bronson 84.94 Kidson - 1891
In Scotland I was born and bred, O, there it was my dwelling; I courted there a pretty maid, O, her name was Barbara Allen.
I courted her in summer time, I courted her in winter; For six long years I courted her, A-thinkin I should win her.
BARBRY ELLEN Bronson 84.142 Ritchie As Sung by the Ritchie Family
In Scarlet town where I was born There was a fair maid dwellin Made every yout cry well-a-day And her name was barby Ellen.
All in the merry month of May When the breen buds they were swellin, Young William Green on his deathbed lay for love of Barby Ellen.
He sent his servant to the town To her own father's dwellin, Sayin master's sick and he bids you to come If your name be Barbry ellen.
so sloylye, slowlye, she got up and slowlyue she came nigh him, And all she said when she got there, Young man I believe your're dying.
O yes I'm sick and I'm very sick and I never will be any better, Until I gain the love of one The love of Barbry Ellen.
O yes you're sick and you're very sick And you never will be any better, for you never will gain the love of one the love of barbry ellen.
O don't you remember in yonders town, In yonders town a-drinkin'? You drunk the health of the ladies all round and you lighted Barbry ellen.
O yes, I remember in yonders town, In yonders town a-drinkin; I have my health to the ladies all round, but my heart to Barbry Ellen.
He turned his pale face to the wall, For death was on him dwellin, Farewell, farewell, you good neighbors all, Be hind to Barbry ellen.
As she was going across the field she heard the death-ells knellin; And every stroke they seemed to say, Hard hearted Barbry Ellen.
As she was going through the woods she say the pale corpse comin; Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay That I may look upon him.
The more she looked, the more she grieved As last she burst out a-cryin, O take him away, O take him away, For I myself am dyin.
O Mother, O Mother, go make my bed, Go make it both long and narrow, Sweet William has died for the love of me, and I shall die of sorrow.
O Father, O Father, go dig my grave, Go didg it both long and narrow, Sweet William has died for me today, And I'll die for him tomorrow.
O she was buried in the old church-yard, Sweet William was buried a-nigh her and out of his grave srung a red, red rose, Out of Barbry's grew a greenbriar.
the gre and they grew up the old church tower Till they couldn't grow any higher And there they tied a true lovers knot red Rose around greebriar.
BARBRY ELLEN Bronson 84.156 Ritchie Sung by Jimmy Stewart
In London I was bred and born, In Scotland was my dwellin, O I fell in love with a nice young girl And her name was Barbru Allan, o And her name was Barbru Allan, o
I courted her for seven long years; I could nae cort her langer, o but I fell sick and bvery ill and I sent for Barbru Allan, o And I sent for Barbru Allan, o
It's when she came tae my bed side she says Youn man you're dying, 0 O dying, I said it cannot be One kiss from you will cure me, 0 One kiss from me you'll never get Long's your hard heart's a breakin, o Long's your hard heart's a breakin, o
O turn my back untae the wa' And my face frae Barbru Allan, It's adieu to me and adieu to you, Be kind tae Barbru Allan, o Be kind tae Barbru Allan , o
But loook ye up at my bed-heid And you'll see what you'' see hangin there, A guinea gold watch and a silver chian Gae that tae Barbru Allan, o Gae that tae Barbru Allan, o
But look ye doun at my bed fet and you'll see what you'll see stan'in there, A china basin fu' o' teras Was shed bro Barbru allan, o
She was not one mile frae the toun she heard the deid bells tollin, o and every toll they seemed to say Hard hearted Barbru allan, o Hard hearted Barbru Allan, o
O Mother, Mother, make my bed, and make it long and narrow, My true love died for me today, and I'll die for him tomorrow.