Lyr Req: Barbara Allen (from Shirley Collins)

Subject: Lyr Add BARBARA ALLEN (from Shirley Collins)
From: Roberto
Date: 29 Oct 05 - 01:43 PM

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."

Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN (from Shirley Collins)
From: Roberto
Date: 29 Oct 05 - 02:13 PM

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."