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07 Jan 06 - 11:11 AM (#1643396) Subject: Lyr Req: steve tilston's barbry allen From: Roberto Barbry Allen sung by Steve Tilston on Of Many hands (2005). If put a question mark where I'm not sure, and there are a couple of words I can't get at all, for the music covers them. Please, help. Thanks a susual. R 'Twas early, early in the spring When green buds they were swellin' Young William on his death bed lay For love of Barbry Allen He sent his servant round (?) the town To the place where she was dwellin' Sayin' – Rise, O rise, and go with me If your name be Barbry Allen So slowly, slowly she got up And slowly drew she nigh him Whisperin' softly in his ear: Young man, I think you're dyin' O, a dying man, that's what I am One kiss from you would cure me - Ah, one kiss from me you ne'er shall have For choosin' to ignore (?) me Do you remember ...(???) All drinking in the tavern You drank a health to all the girls around But none to Barbry Allen Then slowly, slowly she got up Without a glance diparted He turned his face unto the wall He died out (?) broke-hearted As she was on the high road home (?) The small birds they were singing They sang so clear, they seemed to say: Here comes cruel Barbry Allen She'd scarcely gone a mile but one She heard the death-bell knelling At every tone the bells did say: Hard-hearted Barbry Allen She'd scarcely gone a mile but two She saw his coffin comin' She begged the bearers to lay him down That she might look upon him O mother, mother, make my bed Go make it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow They laid her in the old church-yard And he was buried nigh her Out of his grave grew a red, red rose Out of hers grew a briar They grew unto the steeple top Till they could grow no higher And there they twined in a true lover's know For lovers to admire |
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07 Jan 06 - 08:26 PM (#1643745) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: steve tilston's barbry allen From: GUEST,Malcolm in Norfolk Did he say where he got it? |
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08 Jan 06 - 09:47 AM (#1644062) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: steve tilston's barbry allen From: Roberto Different sources, British and American. R |
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08 Jan 06 - 10:12 AM (#1644078) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: steve tilston's barbry allen From: breezy contact Steve and ask him . he really is a most obliging chap. he's played my club twice and I find him a most approachable. |
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12 Jan 06 - 02:06 AM (#1646825) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: steve tilston's barbry allen From: Roberto I've done as breezy said, and this is the text corrected by Steve Tilston: 'Twas early, early in the spring When green buds they were swellin' Young William on his death bed lay For love of Barbry Allen He sent his servant round the town To the place where she was dwellin' Sayin' – Rise, O rise, and go with me If your name be Barbry Allen So slowly, slowly she got up And slowly drew she nigh him Whisperin' softly in his ear: Young man, I think you're dyin' O, a dying man, that's what I am One kiss from you would cure me - Ah, one kiss from me you ne'er shall have For choosin' to ignore me Do you remember New Year's Eve? All drinking in the tavern You drank a health to all the girls around But none to Barbry Allen Then slowly, slowly she got up Without a glance diparted He turned his face unto the wall Here I die broken hearted As she was on the high road home The small birds they were singing They sang so clear, they seemed to say: Here comes cruel Barbry Allen She'd scarcely gone a mile but one She heard the death-bell knelling At every toll the bells did say: Hard-hearted Barbry Allen She'd scarcely gone a mile but two She saw his coffin comin' She begged the bearers to lay him down That she might look upon him O mother, mother, make my bed Go make it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow They laid her in the old church-yard And he was buried nigh her Out of his grave grew a red, red rose Out of hers grew a briar They grew unto the steeple top Till they could grow no higher And there they twined in a true lover's know For lovers to admire |