Subject: Lyr Add: BOBBY ALLEN (Afro-American) From: Dicho (Frank Staplin) Date: 01 Nov 01 - 12:14 AM BOBBY ALLEN Remember, 'member de other day When you in town a-drinkin' You treated all the ladies 'round An' slighted Bobby Allen. He sent his servants to the town Up to his Bobby's dwellin' Your master dear lies sick in bed It will kill his Bobby Allen. Slowly, slowly she got up An' went unto his dwellin' She raised the curtains as she walked in, Young man, I think you a'really dyin'. Yes, I am sick, I'm very sick An' death is on my dwellin' I never shall see my time again If I don't get Bobby Allen. She wheeled around and went back home Along as she was journeyin' She looked to de East, and looked to the West She saw the carpse* a-comin'. Oh, mother, mother, fix my bed An' make it long an' narrow A young man died for me today An' I must die for him tomorrow. Little Willie died on Saturday night An' Bobby died on Sunday Little Willie died on Saturday night He were buried on Easter Monday. An' from her grave there sprung a rose An' from his grave a brier They wrapped and tied in a lovers' knot An' lived an' died together. Sung by Hule ("Queen") Hines, State Prison, Raiford, Florida. John and Ruby Lomax 1939 Southern States Recording Trip. *carpse = corpse. I felt this Afro-American version about Bobby and Little Willie should be separated from the threads on the Anglo-American versions (so many). @ballad @folk song
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Subject: Lyr Add: BOB-REE ALLIN From: masato sakurai Date: 03 Nov 01 - 07:00 AM Another African-American version (sung in Albemarle, Wythe, and Campbell Counties, Virginia).
BOB-REE ALLIN
In London town, whar I was raised,
He co'ted her for seben long years;
He den sen' out his waitin' boy
She den step up into his room.
"Have you forgot de udder day,
"Oh, no; oh, no--my dear young miss;
"An' now I'm sick and ve'y sick,
"Dat kiss or two you will not git,
He tu'n his pale face to de wall,
She walked across de fiel's nex' day
She war walkin' 'cross de fiel' nex' day,
As she war walkin' down de street
"Oh, fader, fader, dig-a my grave,
"Oh, mudder, mudder, make-a my s'roud
Sweet Willie war buried in de new churchyard,
Dey grew as high as de steeple top,
SOURCE: Dorothy Scarborough, On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs (1925; rpt. Folklore Associates, 1963, pp. 59-60, without tune). ~Masato
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: BOBBY ALLEN (Afro-American) From: John Minear Date: 18 Feb 09 - 12:24 PM Does anyone have the lyrics for Mose (Clear Rock) Platt's version of "Bobby Allen" as recorded by Lomax and found on "Field Recordings, Vol. 6: Texas, 1933-1958"? |
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