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25 Sep 05 - 03:42 AM (#1570170) Subject: Lyr Req: sheila kay adams' barbary allen #84 From: Roberto Please, halp with an overall check to this transcription. Thank you. R In Scarlet town where I was born There was a fair maid dwelling Made every youth cry – Well-a-day And they called her Barb'ry Allen It was in the month of May When all gay flowers were a-bloomin' Sweet William on his death-bed lay For the want of Barb'ry Allen He called his servant to his bed And bad him quickly leave him To pitch (?) that fair maid to his side That fair maid Barb'ry Allen He searched high and he searched low Till at last he drew nigh her Saying – Pretty fair maid, come far (?) with me If your name be Barb'ry Allen Slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she drew nigh him But all she said at his bed-side Was – Young man, I think you're dyin' Don't you recall last Saturday night When wiz (?) all at the tavern You raised a toast to the ladies all But you slighted Barb'ry Allen Yes, I remember last Saturday night When we gathered at the tavern I gave a toast to the ladies all But my heart to Barb'ry Allen O take it back, I'll keep it not (?) You've slighted me so sorely On Saturday night, in the tavern near I'll serve you just as poor me (?) He turned his face all t'wards the wall A sigh did escape him That night Sweet William breathe (?) his last On the loss of Barb'ry Allen As she was ridin' through the town She heard the death-bells tollin' And with each stroke they seemed to say: Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen! O mother, O mother, make up my bed Make it both long and narrow Sweet William died for me last night I'll die for him tomorrow They found her there the very next morn As thou she sweetly sleepin' With a note that said – Farewell to all I'm finished with my grievin' They buried William in the old graveyard And Barb'ry they laid nigh him And out'n his grave grew a blood red rose And out'n hers a briar They grew and grew to the graveyard gate Where they could grow no higher And there they tied in a true lover's knot With the rose wrapped 'round the briar |
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25 Sep 05 - 04:05 AM (#1570175) Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARY ALLEN (Sheila Kay Adams) From: Joe Offer Say, roberto, did you get this in your latest shipment form CAMSCO? It's a great CD, isn't it? -Joe Offer- Here's what I hear: BARBARY ALLEN As recorded by Sheila Kay Adams on "My Dearest Dear", 2000. In Scarlet town where I was born There was a fair maid dwelling Made every youth cry – Well-a-day And they called her Barb'ry Allen It was in the month of May When all gay flowers were a-bloomin' Sweet William on his death-bed lay For the want of Barb'ry Allen He called his servant to his bed And bade him quickly leave him To fetch that fair maid to his side That fair maid Barb'ry Allen He searched high and he searched low Till at last he drew nigh her Saying – Pretty fair maid, come fly with me If your name be Barb'ry Allen Slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she drew nigh him But all she said at his bed-side Was – Young man, I think you're dyin' Don't you recall last Saturday night When we's all at the tavern You raised a toast to the ladies all But you slighted Barb'ry Allen Yes, I remember last Saturday night When we gathered at the tavern I gave a toast to the ladies all But my heart to Barb'ry Allen O take it back, I'll keep it not You've slighted me so sorely Come Saturday night, in the tavern near I'll serve you just as poorly He turned his face all t'wards the wall A sigh it did escape him That night Sweet William breathed his last From the loss of Barb'ry Allen As she was riding through the town She heard the death-bells tollin' And with each stroke they seemed to say: Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen! O mother, O mother, make up my bed Make it both long and narrow Sweet William died for me last night I'll die for him tomorrow They found her there the very next morn As though she's sweetly sleepin' With a note that said – Farewell to all I'm finished with my grievin' They buried William in the old graveyard And Barb'ry they laid nigh him And out'n his grave grew a blood red rose And out'n hers a briar They grew and grew to the graveyard gate Where they could grow no higher And there they tied in a true lover's knot With the rose wrapped around the briar |
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25 Sep 05 - 05:10 AM (#1570187) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: sheila kay adams' barbary allen #84 From: Roberto Yes, it is one of the cds I was waiting for from CAMSCO. I do like it. Thank you, joe, for the corrections to the transcription. R |
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12 Jan 12 - 01:03 AM (#3289114) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Barbary Allen #84 (Sheila Kay Adams) From: GUEST,Page McMillan Wow. My great grandmother passed this song down to my grandmother & mother...., I never knew it was recorded. The lyrics I know, are very different than both of yours... I can't recall all the words right now after reading other versions, I'll have to have my mother write them down when I see her next. |
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12 Jan 12 - 01:23 AM (#3289118) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Barbary Allen #84 (Sheila Kay Adams) From: Joe Offer Please do, Page. We would love to see what your grandmother sang. -Joe- |
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12 Feb 12 - 06:10 PM (#3307139) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Barbary Allen #84 (Sheila Kay Adams) From: GUEST "Come lie with me" would make more sense, under the circumstances! here's a parody to lighten your day: BARB'RY ALLEN PARODY (Child #84 - parody by Casey Casebeer, based on Barb'ry Allen 2 in DT database) In Scarlet Town where I was born There was a hot girl dwellin' Made every youth cry well-a-day Her name was Barb'ry Allen. 'Twas in the merry month of May When green buds they were swellin' Sweet William on his death-bed lay For the love of Barb'ry Allen. He sent her text messages a-many, For she had blocked his emails, Said, "I am sick and very sick for love of Barb'ry Allen." Then she put on her skinny jeans, And speed-walked to his condo, She brought her mace and pepper spray In case he was some wierdo And slowly, slowly she walked up (the elevator's broken) And the only word to him did say "Young man, you must be smokin'." "Oh, yes, I'm sick, I'm very very sick, I never will be better, Until I have the love of one The love of Barb'ry Allen." "Oh, ken ye not in yonder club while drinking Irish coffee, You bought free drinks for the whole damn bar But you slighted Barb'ry Allen." "Oh yes, I ken, I ken it well, while drinking Irish coffee; I did not send a glass to you, I thought you were a vegan." As she walked out in the green, green fields. His death bells they were knellin'. She did not hear a single stroke, She had cranked up her iPod. Her eyes looked east, her eyes looked west, A-searching for a Starbucks His funeral came and passed her by While she was checking e-mail. "Oh, father, oh, father, go dig my grave, Go dig it deep and narrow. Sweet William died for me today; I saw it all on Facebook." They buried her in the old churchyard, Sweet William's grave was nigh her, And from his heart grew a red, red rose, And from her heart a brier. They grew and they grew to the old church-top, Till they could grow no higher, The passersby took iPhone shots And it all went viral on YouTube. CAC |