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Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions

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BARBARA ALLEN (2)
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Subject: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,URSULA
Date: 10 Mar 00 - 09:31 PM

I'm looking for more versions of Barbara Allen. the ones I've found aren't the ones I know. There's reference's of 98 versions in Virginia. does anyone know any??


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Bruce O.
Date: 10 Mar 00 - 10:35 PM

The earliest known version plus two earlier songs with much the same tale are in the Scarce Songs 2 file on my website. www.erols.com/olsonw


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Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: BARBARA ALLEN
From: GUEST,Jeremiah McCaw
Date: 11 Mar 00 - 05:52 AM

Run for your life while you still can, Ursula! Unless you wanna make ol' Babs a full time career! Here's 5 versions I've got in my file. (The chord pattern with the first is just one of several I've seen.)
BruceO: looks like a superb website; I'm looking forward to exploring when I've got more time.

BARBARA ALLEN - Traditional (Child #84)

Samuel Pepys in his "Diary" under the date of January 2 1665, speaks of the singing of "Barbara Allen." The English and Scottish both claim the original ballad in different versions, and both versions were brought over to the US by the earliest settlers. Since then there have been countless variations (some 98 are found in Virginia alone).

D................A7.......................Bm
In Scarlet Town where I was born,
.....................E7...........A
There was a fair maid dwellin'.
.........G.....................D
Made ev'ry youth cry "Well-a-day,"
......A7..........................D
Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Jimmy Grove on his deathbed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwellin';
You must come to my master dear,
If 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 bonnie Barbara Allen.

So slowly, 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 turned his face unto her straight,
With deadly sorrow sighing;
O lovely maid, come pity me,
I'm on my deathbed lying.

If on your deathbed you do lie,
What needs the tale you're tellin',
I cannot keep you from your death;
Farewell, said 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 tomorrow.

Hard-hearted creature him to slight,
Who loved me so dearly;
O that I'd been more kind to him,
When he was alive and near me!

She, on her deathbed 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

'Twas in the merry month of May,
When green buds all were swellin',
Sweet William on his deathbed lay,
For the love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town,
To the place where she was dwellin',
Sayin', "You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barb'ry Allen.

So, slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him did say,
"Young man I think you're dyin'."

He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was in him wellin',
"Goodbye, goodbye to my friends all,
Be good to Barb'ry Allen."

When he was dead and laid in grave,
She heard the death bells knellin',
And every stroke to her did say:
"Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen."

"Oh mother, oh mother, go dig my grave,
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died of love for me,
And I will die of sorrow."

"And father, oh father, go dig my grave,
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday,
And I will die tomorrow."

Barb'ry Allen was buried in the old church yard,
Sweet William was buried beside her;
Out of William's heart, there grew a rose,
Out of Barb'ry Allen's a briar.

They grew and grew in the old church yard,
'Til they could grow no higher;
At the end they formed a true lovers' knot,
And the rose grew 'round the briar.

BARBARA ALLEN

In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
Her name was Barb'ra Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Willie Grove on his deathbed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen.

He sent his man unto her then
To the town where he was dwellin'
You must come to my master, dear,
If your name be Barb'ra Allen.

So slowly, 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 turned his face unto the wall
And death was drawing nigh him.
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barb'ra Allen

As she was walking o'er the fields,
She heard the death bell knellin',
And ev'ry stroke did seem to say,
Unworthy Barb'ra Allen.

When he was dead and laid in grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow.
"Oh mother, mother, make my bed
For I shall die tomorrow."

And on her deathbed she lay,
She begged 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 Barb'ra Allen."

BARBARA ALLEN (2)

In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry well-a-day
Her name was Barbara Allen.

'Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swellin'
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town,
To the place where she was a-dwellin',
Cried, "Master bids you come to him,
If your name be Barb'ry Allen."

Then slowly, slowly she got up,
And slowly went she nigh him,
And when she pulled the curtains back
Said, "Young man, I think you're dyin'.

"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 town
In the place where you were a-dwellin',
You gave a toast to the ladies all
But you slighted Barb'ry Allen."

"Oh yes, I ken, I ken it well,
In the place where I was a-dwellin';
I give a toast to the ladies all,
But my love to Barb'ry Allen."

Then lightly tripped she down the stairs,
He trembled like an aspen.
'Tis vain, 'tis vain, my dear young man,
To hone for Barb'ry Allen.

She walked out in the green, green fields.
She heard his death bells knellin'.
And every stroke they seemed to say,
"Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen."

Her eyes looked east, her eyes looked west,
She saw his pale corpse comin';
She cried, "Bearers, bearers, put him down
That I may look upon him."

The more she looked, the more she grieved,
Until she burst out cryin';
She cried, "Bearers, bearers, take him off,
For I am now a-dyin'!"

"Oh, father, oh, father, go dig my grave,
Go dig it deep and narrow.
Sweet William died for me today;
I'll die for him tomorrow."

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 o'er the old church wall,
Till they couldn't grow no higher,
Until they tied a true lover's knot,
The red rose and the brier.

From The Burl Ives Song Book

BARBARA ALLEN (5)

It being late, all in the year,
The green leaves they were fallin'
When young Johnny rose from his own country,
Fell in love with Barbara Allen.

Get up, get up, her mother says,
Get up and go and see him,
Oh, mother dear, do ye not mind the time
That you told me how to slight him.

Get up, get up, her father says,
Get up and go and see him,
Oh, father dear, do ye not mind the time
That you told me how to shun him.

Slowly, slowly she got up,
And it's slowly she put on her,
Slowly she went to his bedside,
And slowly looked upon him.

You're lyin' low, young man, she says,
And almost near a-dyin'
One word from you will bring me to,
If you be Barbara Allen.

One word from me you never will get,
Nor any young man breathin',
For the better of me you never will be,
Though your heart's blood was a-spillin'.

Look down, look down, at my bed foot,
It's there you'll find them lyin'
Bloody sheets and bloody shirts
I sweat them for you, Allen

Look up, look up to my bed head,
And there you'll find them hangin'
My gold watch and my gold chain
I bestow them to you, Allen

As she was goin' home to her father's hall,
She heard the death-bell ringin'
And every clap that the death-bell gave,
It was "Woe be to you, Allen."

As she was goin' home to her mother's hall,
She saw the funeral comin'
Lay down, lay down that weary corpse,
'Til I get lookin' on 'im

She lifted up the lid off the corpse,
And bursted out with laughin'
And all his weary friends around
Cried, "hard hearted Barbara Allen."

She went into her mother's house
Make my bed long and narrow
For the death-bell did ring for my true love today
It will ring for me tomorrow

Out of one grave there grew a red rose
Out of the other a briar
And they both twisted into a true lover's knot,
And there remained forever

Sung by Johnny Moynihan on the album "Selected Songs, Reels, and Jigs" by DeDanaan


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,shamus
Date: 11 Mar 00 - 10:37 AM

A bluegrass banjo picker/story teller from Chicago recorded a Western flavored entry, Art Thieme. Near Medicine Bow, where I was born Was a young girl dwellin' Made all the boys ride saddle-sore and her name was Barbry Allen. There is another verse reference to 'the place where they was dug-in' (sod house on the prairie).. Waterbug label on his CD, 1998, 'Art Thieme The Older I Get, The Better I Was'


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Sorcha
Date: 11 Mar 00 - 11:03 AM

This is a Thread about Barbara Allen, with some alternate verses in it.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 11 Mar 00 - 12:22 PM

And, for cross-referencing purposes, here are links to the three versions already on the DT:

Filename BARBALEN here.

Filename BARBALN2 (Burl Ives Songbook): here.

Filename BARBALN5 (as sung by Johnny Moynihan): here.

When you know that lyrics are already in the DT, it's best just to say so, and maybe give the filename or provide a link: posting the lyrics again just clogs up the threads.

Malcolm


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Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN
From: GUEST,URSULA
Date: 11 Mar 00 - 07:45 PM

The lyrics I remember my grandma singing are:
{Not necessarily in this order}

Was in the merry month of May
And the willows they were blooming
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
In love with Barbara Allen

Sent a messenger out of town
To the place where she was dwelling
My masters sick and very sick
If you please Ms Barbara Allen

Slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
And all she said when she got there
Was young man I think you're dying

Oh yes I'm sick and I'm very sick
And death is very near
I'll never see my time again
If I don't get Barbara Allen

Oh mother dear, go make my bed
And make it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
And I'll die for him tomorrow.

This was what we sing to our babies in this family. The tune is soothing I guess. If anyone knows these lyrics let me know.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Zorro
Date: 11 Mar 00 - 08:52 PM

A lot of years ago I attended a play called Dark Side of the Moon. They played and sang a song called Barbara Allen and the Witchboy. The play (and the song) was about a boy who was a witch. He made a deal with a conjure man to make him into a human. The congure man said o.k. if Barbara Allen will be faithfull to you for 1 year I'll remove your eagle (that followed the boy) and you'll be human. Well Barbara made it for 364 days before she was unfaithful so the witch boy remained a witch. I'll look for the lyrics. Zorro..


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Sandy Paton
Date: 11 Mar 00 - 11:14 PM

I guess I'll post some obvious suggestions. Go to your library and look at Bertrand Bronson's great collection in four massive volumes: The Traditional Tunes of the Child Ballads. Get it through inter-library loan, if you must. Look up #84 and you'll see enough versions of "Barbara Allen" to last you for a lifetime. Then, go to Traditonal Ballads of Virginia by A. K. Davis. After that, find the same author's More Traditional Ballads of Virginia. After you've read all of the versions printed in these collections, you may decide to switch to a different ballad for awhile.

Sandy


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: raredance
Date: 12 Mar 00 - 12:04 AM

Following Sandy's lead, your library excursion could also look for:

The Frank C Brown collection of North Carolina Folklore Vol 2. which has 9 full length version and about twice that number of less complete variants and minor wording differences.

Vance Randolph's "Ozark Folk Songs Vol 1" has 7 long versions plus some minor variants.

The same for Cecil Sharp's "English Folk songs From the Southern Appalachians" 7 long versions and a bunch of minor lyric variations and also several alternative tunes.

"A Song CAtcher in Southern Mountains" by Dorothy Scarborough has 9 texts and 5 tunes.

rich r


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Gypsy
Date: 12 Mar 00 - 12:19 AM

Ursula, if you can come up with a verse that you DO know, I have at least 12 of the traditional variants of this tune. I'm sorry, but I am just not ambitious enough to type all of them in! I'll check back.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST
Date: 12 Mar 00 - 08:30 AM

Gypsy, I posted them on here. After my request I came back and wrote them. It"s #6 in responses.I thank you all for your help.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Susan of DT
Date: 12 Mar 00 - 09:15 AM

Malcolm and all - there are actually 5 versions of Barbara Allen in the DT at the moment. Once you found one and saw that it is Child #84, you can search for #84 to find the other versions, regardless of the spelling of her name (one was Barbara Ellen and one was Bawbee Allen). Also the fact that the filename you quoted in your link was BARBALN5 was a tipoff that there were probably at least 5 versions.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 12 Mar 00 - 12:54 PM

Thanks for the pointer, Susan; I forgot about the Child number.  I did get the clue, but carelessly spelt the filename wrong when I looked for #3 and #4!

Malcolm


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Sandy Paton
Date: 12 Mar 00 - 01:08 PM

Caroline's favorite version is from Kidson's Traditional Tunes and begins:

'Twas in and about the Martinmas time,
When the green leaves they were falling,
Sir John Graeme from the north countrie,
Fell in love with Barbara Allen.

She likes the change of season.

Sandy


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: mousethief
Date: 28 Sep 00 - 06:21 PM

I wanted to add this song to my repertoire.

I have several versions at home; the oldest appears to be the version in Cecil Sharp's 100 English Folk Songs -- it is in 5/4 time with one measure of 4/4 in the middle. All the other versions (with music) I have are either in 4/4 or 3/4 time throughout, and much shorter.

So I was wondering, of people who sing this song, which version do you sing?

Alex
O..O
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Stewie
Date: 28 Sep 00 - 07:35 PM

Re recent recordings, there is an excellent 12-minute 'Barbary Ellen' by Jody Stecher on his fine CD 'Oh The Wind and Rain: Eleven Ballads' Appleseed. I am also partial to Dolly Parton's rendition and arrangement, which features Altan, on her live 'Heartsongs' CD.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Garry Gillard
Date: 28 Sep 00 - 11:34 PM

The version that Martin Carthy sings is here. I am currently waiting to hear what his wife sings on her new album - when Topic sends me my complimentary copy. :-)

Gaz


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Tig
Date: 29 Sep 00 - 01:44 PM

Wow, I didn't realize there were quite so many versions about. This song has special meanings for me as my mum's maiden name was Barbara Allen. I hope she never behaved like the one in the song!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Matt Woodbury/Mimosa
Date: 29 Sep 00 - 01:48 PM

I do this song in 6/8. I found several versions I liked, then picked an chose among the verses to get the ones I liked best, so that I can sing "Hard hearted Barbara Allen" in two of them. I heard Judy Collins do BA in concert last spring. Her version is much kinder to Miss Allen thatn the other versions I've seen & heard.

Mimosa


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Allan C.
Date: 29 Sep 00 - 07:05 PM

Tania Opland sings a version called "Barbara Allen Blues". In her notes she credits Elizabeth Scarborough with noting that the lyrics would fit nicely into a 12 bar blues or over the theme from "Gilligan's Island".


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Bill D
Date: 29 Sep 00 - 10:46 PM

Since Barbry Allan is supposed to be the most widely collected/known ballad in English, there are now SO many slight variants that it is well-nigh impossible to pin them down.

The FSGW's own David Olive, who died tragically a few years ago, once contributed HIS version in an open sing on "love songs".....a full scale country/rock thing which began:

Ba, Ba, Ba...Ba-Barbry Allan
Ba, Ba, Ba...Ba-Barbry Allan...and continued on, doing the entire ballad like "Rock Around the Clock"....we sat transfixed!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,furry
Date: 29 Sep 00 - 11:03 PM

Besy version I ever heard was Bob Dylan on the gaslight tapes. It is a bootleg but readily available if you know any Dylan fans


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Sooz
Date: 20 May 03 - 02:51 PM

Tanya Oplands version is great!


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Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLAN
From: MMario
Date: 20 May 03 - 03:50 PM

From Child:

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.'


Child 84B

IN SCARLET TOWN, where I was bound,
There was a fair maid dwelling,
Whom I had chosen to be my own,
And her name it was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green leaves they was springing,
This young man on his death-bed lay,
For the love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwelling:
`You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen.

`For death is printed in his face,
And sorrow's in him dwelling,
And you must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen.'

`If death be printed in his face,
And sorrow's in him dwelling,
Then little better shall he be
For bonny Barbara Allen.'

So slowly, slowly she got up,
And so slowly she came to him,
And all she said when she came there,
Young man, I think you are a dying.

He turnd his face unto her then:
`If you be Barbara Allen,
My dear,' said he, 'Come pitty me,
As on my death-bed I am lying.'

`If on your death-bed you be lying,
What is that to Barbara Allen?
I cannot keep you from your death;
So farewell,' said Barbara Allen.

He turnd his face unto the wall,
And death came creeping to him:
`Then adieu, adieu, and adieu to all,
And adieu to Barbara Allen!'

And as she was walking on a day,
She heard the bell a ringing,
And it did seem to ring to her
`Unworthy Barbara Allen.'

She turnd herself round about,
And she spy'd the corps a coming:
`Lay down, lay down the corps of clay,
That I may look upon him.'

And all the while she looked on,
So loudly she lay laughing,
While all her friends cry'd out amain,
`Unworthy Barbara Allen!'

When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Then death came creeping to she:
`O mother, mother, make my bed,
For his death hath quite undone me.

`A hard-hearted creature that I was,
To slight one that lovd me so dearly;
I wish I had been more kinder to him,
The time of his life when he was near me.'

So this maid she then did dye,
And desired to be buried by him,
And repented her self before she dy'd,
That ever she did deny him.


Child 84C

IT fell about the Lammas time,
When the woods grow green and yellow,
There came a wooer out of the West
A wooing to Barbara Allan.

`It is not for your bonny face,
Nor for your beauty bonny,
But it is all for your tocher good
I come so far about ye.'

`If it be not for my comely face,
Nor for my beauty bonnie,
My tocher good ye'll never get paid
Down on the board before ye.'

`O will ye go to the Highland hills,
To see my white corn growing?
Or will ye go to the river-side,
To see my boats a rowing?'

O he's awa, and awa he's gone,
And death's within him dealing,
And it is all for the sake of her,
His bonnie Barbara Allan.

O he sent his man unto the house,
Where that she was a dwelling:
`O you must come my master to see,
If you be Barbara Allan.'

So slowly aye as she put on,
And so stoutly as she gaed till him,
And so slowly as she could say,
`I think, young man, you're lying.'

`O I am lying in my bed,
And death within me dwelling;
And it is all for the love of thee,
My bonny Barbara Allan.'

She was not ae mile frae the town,
Till she heard the dead-bell ringing:
`Och hone, oh hone, he's dead and gone,
For the love of Barbara Allan!'


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Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN / BARB'RA ALLYN / ..ELLEN
From: MMario
Date: 20 May 03 - 04:00 PM

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.


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Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN / BARBARY... / BAWBEE...
From: Roberto
Date: 21 May 03 - 04:04 AM

BARBARA ALLEN, versions sung by Sarah Makem; Seannachie; Jean Redpath; Martin Carthy; Ewan MacColl; Nic Jones; Jody Stecher; Elizabeth Cronin.

a)-Barbara Allen, sung by Sarah Makem, 1967

Michaelmas day being in the year
When the green leaves they were falling
When young Jimmy Grove from the north country
Fell in love with Barbara Allen.

He sent his servants out one day
To see if she was coming,
"One word from you will bring me to,
If you be Barbara Allen."

"Get up,get up", her mama said,
"Get up and go and see him."
"Oh mama dear, do you not mind the time
That you told me how to slight him?"

"Get up,get up", her father said,
"Get up and go and see him."
"Oh father dear, do you not mind the time
That you told me how to shun him?"

Slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she put on her
And slowly went to his bedside
And slowly looked upon him

"You're lying low, young man", she said
"And almost near a-dying."
"One word from you will bring me to,
If you be Barbara Allen."

"One word from me you never will get
Nor any young man breathing
For the better of me you never will be
If your heart's blood was a-spilling."

"Look at my bedfoot", he said
"And there you'll find them lying,
Bloody sheets and bloody shirts
I sweat for Barbara Allen."

"Look at my bedhead", he said
"And there you'll find it ticking,
My gold watch and my gold chain
I bestow to Barbara Allen."

As she went over her father's green
She heard the dead-bell ringing
And every chap the dead-bell gave
It was woe to Barbara Allen.

As she went over her father's hall
She saw the corpse a-coming,
"Lay down,lay down,old weary corpse
Till I get looking upon him."

They lifted the lid up off the corpse.
She bursted out with laughing.
And all his wearied friends around cried,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen."

As she went into her father's house,
"Make my bed long and narrow
For the dead-bell did ring for my true-love today,
It will ring for me tomorrow."

Out of one grave there grew a red rose
And out of the other a briar
But they both twisted into a true-lover's knot
And there remain forever.

b)-Barbara Allen, sung by the Scottish group Seannachie

'T was in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swelling,
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant to the town,
The place where she did dwelling
Saying, "Master dear has sent me here
If your name be Barbara Allen."

And slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
But all she said when there she came
Was, "Young man, I think you're dyin'."

"Do you remember the other night
When we were in the tavern,
You drank a toast to the ladies there
And slighted Barbara Allen…"

He's turned his face unto the wall
He's turned his back upon her,
"Adieu, adieu to all my friends,
But be kind, be kind to Barbara Allen."

As she was wanderin' o'er the lea
She heard the death-bell knelling
And every note did seem to say,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen."

c)-Barbarry Allan, sung by Jean Redpath

I fell in love with a nice young girl
Her name was Barbarry Allan;
I fell in love with a nice young girl
Her name was Barbarry Allan.

Till I fell sick and very ill,
I sent for Barbarry Allan;
Till I fell sick and very ill,
I sent for Barbarry Allan.

She pull'd the curtains round my bed
And says, "Young man,you're dyin'."
She pull'd the curtains round my bed
And says, "Young man,you're dyin'."

"A kiss o' you would dae me guid
A kiss o' you would cure me."
"But a kiss o' me ye ne'er shall hae
Tho' your poor heart lies a-breakin'."

"It's look ye up at my bed heid
And see what you'll find hangin',
A silver watch and a guinea gold chain
That hangs there for Barbarry Allan,
That hangs there for Barbarry Allan.

It's look ye down at my bedside
And see what you'll find sittin',
A basin full o' my heart's tears
That is there for Barbarry Allan,
That is there for Barbarry Allan."

She hadna gane a mile or twa
When she heard the death-bell ringin'
And every toll they seem'd to say,
"Cruel-hearted Barbarry Allan",
"Cruel-hearted Barbarry Allan."

"O mother dear,it's mak' my bed
And mak' it soft and narrow
For my true love has died for me
An' I'll die for him tomorrow,
An' I'll die for him tomorrow."

d)-Barbary Ellen, sung by Martin Carthy

All in the third part of the year
When green leaves they were fallin'
Young Johnny Rose all down from the North
Fell in love with Barbary Ellen

He sent his men down through the town
To the place where she was dwellin'
Saying, "Lady, come quick and come very quick
If your name be Barbary Ellen."

So slowly slowly she rose up
So slowly she put on her
So slowly come to his bedside
And so slowly she looked upon him

"You're lyin' low,young man", she cries,
"And death is with you dealin'
But the better for me you never shall be
Tho' your heart's blood was spillin'."

"O look at my bed-head", he cries,
"And there you'll find it ticking,
My gold watch and my gold chain
I bestow to you, my Ellen.

And look at my bed-foot", he cries,
And there you'll find them lyin',
My sheets and bloody shirts,
I sweat them for you, my Ellen."

"Tell me do you mind the time", she cries,
"All in the tavern swilling;
You made the health of all round the place
But never for your love Ellen."

She walked over yon garden field
She heard the dead-bell knelling
And every stroke that the dead-bell gave
It cried, "Woe be to you now, Ellen."

As she walked over the garden field
She saw his corpse a-comin',
"Lay down, lay down your weary load
Until I get to look upon him."

She lifted the lid from off the corpse,
She bursted out with laughin',
And all of his friends that stood round about
They cried, "Woe be to you now, Ellen."

She came home to her father's house,
"Make my bed long and narrow
For young Johnny Rose died for me today
And I must die tomorrow."

They buried her all in the churchyard,
They buried him in the choir,
And out of him there grew a red rose
And out of her a briar

They grew, they grew all in the churchyard
Till they could grow no higher,
They twisted and twined themselves in a knot,
As the rose grew all round the briar.

e)-Bawbee Allan, sung by Ewan MacColl

It fell aboot the Martinmas time
When the green leaves they were fallin';
Then Sir John Graeme, o' the North Countrie
Fell in love with Bawbee Allan.

He's sent a man a' through the toon
Tae the place where she was dwellin',
"Come doon, come doon to my master dear
Gin yer name be Bawbee Allan."

Oh hooly, hooly rose she up
And slowly she gaed to him;
An' when she cam' tae his bedside
"Young man, I think you're dyin'"

"It's I am sick and very sick
An' it's a' for Bawbee Allan."
"It's better for me ye'll never be
For bonnie Bawbee Allan.

"When ye were in the tavern, sir
An' at the wine a'swillin'
Ye made the toast gang roon and roun
And ye slighted Bawbee Allan."

He's turned his face unto the wa'
An' death was wi' him dealin'
"Then fare ye weel, my dear friends a'
But be kind to Bawbee Allan.

"Then pit your hand anienst the wa'
And there ye'll find a token,
Wi' my gold watch and my gold ring
Gie that tae Bawbee Allan.

"Then pit your hand anienst my side
An there ye'll find a warran'
An there ye'll get my blood-red sark
It bled for Bawbee Allan.

She had nae gane a step, a step,
When she heard the deith bell knellin'
And ilka clap the deith-bell gied
Said "Wae" tae Bawbee Allan.

"Oh mither, dear, ye'll mak' my bed
Ye'll mak' it saft and narrow;
My love has died for me this day
I'll die for him tomorrow.

f)-Barbara Ellen, sung by Nic Jones

In Scarlet town where I was born
In the place where she was dwelling
A young man on his death bed lay
All for the love of Barb'ry Ellen, Ellen
For the love of Barb'ry Ellen

Well, he sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling
Saying, Arise, arise young woman, he said
If your name be Barb'ry Ellen, Ellen
If your name be Barb'ry Ellen

Slowly, slowly she rose up
And slowly she drew nigh him
And the only words that he heard her say
Were, Young man, I think you're dying, dying
Young man I think you're dying

Oh, a dying man, oh don't say so
For your love is all I'm needin'
One kiss, one kiss from your rosy lips
That's all that I am needin', needin'
That's all that I am needin'

But don't you remember last Saturday night
When you were in the alehouse drinking
How you drank the health of every young maid
But not to Barb'ry Ellen, Ellen
But not to Barb'ry Ellen

As I was walking through yonder grove
I heard the death bell tollin'
And every stroke rang out for shame
Hard-hearted Barb'ry Ellen, Ellen
Hard-hearted Barb'ry Ellen

As I was walking through yonder town
I saw his coffin coming
Lay down, lay down that I might see
That I might gaze upon him, upon him
That I might gaze upon him

The more she looked and the more she laughed
And further she drew from him
And it's all the people cried out for shame
Hard-hearted Barb'ry Ellen, Ellen
Hard-hearted Barb'ry Ellen

Now it's mother, oh mother go dig my grave
And won't you dig it both long and narrow
For this young man he's died for love
And I shall die of sorrow, sorrow
And I shall die of sorrow

Now Barb'ry Ellen she was buried in the old churchyard
Laid young William over in the choir
And out of his heart there grew a red rose
And out of Barb'ry Ellen's a briar, a briar
And out of Barb'ry Ellen's a briar

They grew and they grew in the old churchyard
Until they could grow no higher
And it's there they formed into a true lover's knot
Red rose around the briar, the briar
Red rose around the briar

Near Scarlet town where I was born
Near the place where she was dwelling
A young man on his death bed lay
All for the love of Barb'ry Ellen, Ellen
For the love of Barb'ry Ellen

g)-Barbary Ellen, sung by Jody Stecher

Away low down in Stony Town when red leaves they were fallin'
Little Jimmy Grove from the west country came courtin' Barbary Ellen

So early early in the spring when green buds they were swellin'
Little Jimmy Grove on his death bed lay for lovin' Barbary Ellen

And oh he hired a little boy to run for him an errand
He sent him down into the town and bring him Barbary Ellen

Arise arise her mother cries, arise and go ye nigh him
Oh mother oh mother don't you mind the time you told me to deny him?

Slowly slowly she drew nigh to the place where he was dwellin'
Young man young man you're going to die for slighting Barbary Ellen

She came to the door and she entered in the place where he was lyin'
And every word she said to him : young man I think your dyin'

I'm low, I'm low, I'm low I know, and death is in my dwellin'
No better, no better I never will be if I can't have Barbary Ellen

You're very low and bound to go and death is on you dwellin'
No better for me you ever shall be and you can't have Barbary Ellen

Remember down in yonders town you passed the drinks so willin'
You handed wine to the ladies fine and you slighted Barbary Ellen

I remember down in yonder's town and in the tavern dwellin'
I gave my wine to some other girls and my love to Barbary Ellen

In vain, in vain my love has called and death is in me dwellin'
He turned his face to the milk white wall and his back to Barbary Ellen

She started out across the fields and heard the spring birds callin'
And every bird song seemed to sing: hard hearted Barbary Ellen

When she was halfway cross the field she heard those death bells knellin'
They rang so near, they rang so clear: hard hearted Barbary Ellen

As she walked into Stony Town the tears they started swellin'
And every tear she shed appeared: unworthy Barbary Ellen

As she came to the end of town she heard his coffin comin'
She cried aloud for to set him down that she might gaze up on him

The more she gazed the more she mourned until she burst with sorrow
Sweet Jimmy died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow

Mother Oh Mother Oh Mother she cried, you would not let me have him
Mother Oh Mother Oh Mother she cried, you would not let me have him

Mother Oh Mother come make my bed oh make it soft and narrow
Little Jimmy died of pure pure love, I'll die for him of sorrow

They buried Jimmy in one church yard and Barbary in another
And from her breast sprang a red red rose and from his feet a briar

They grew and they grew to the top of the church
They could not grow no higher
They lapped and they tied in a true lover's knot
Red rose around green briar

h)-Barbara Allen, sung by Elizabeth Cronin

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 Barbara Allen
Fell in love with Barbara Allen
A young man came from the North Country
Fell in love with Barbara Allen

He felt sick and very, very bad
And more inclined to die.
He wrote a letter to the old house at home
To the place where she was dwelling
To the place where she was dwelling
He wrote a letter to the old house at home
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 fear you're dying.
The first word she spoke when she came there
Was, Young man, I fear you're dying.

Dying, dying, not at all, He said,
One kiss from you would cure me.
One 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.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'BARBARA ALLEN' DIFFERENT VERSIONS
From: masato sakurai
Date: 21 May 03 - 05:39 AM

At Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads:

Barbara Allen (10 editions)

Barbara Allen's Cruelty. or the Young Man's Tragedy (1 edition)

Barbara Allen's Cruelty: or the Young Man's Tragedy (1 edition)

~Masato


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Subject: Lyr Add: BARBARA ALLEN
From: GUEST
Date: 21 May 03 - 06:00 AM

I sing a version that I learnt first hand from an old Sussex farmer, George Belton.

The theme is the same.
The words are similar to the ones written in this thread except for verse where she spurns him because he didn't buy her a drink!!

Barbara Allen (collected from George Belton)

'Twas in the merry month of May,
The flowers were a-blooming;
A young man on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen O,
For the love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his gallant serving man
To the place where she was dwelling.
He said you ,must come to my master's house
If your name be Barbara Allen O,
If your name be Barbara Allen.

So quickly she put on her hat,
And quickly she descended,
Until she came to his bedside,
She said young man you're a-dying O
She said young man you're a-dying.

Oh don't say so, when a kiss from you,
A kiss from you shall save me.
A kiss from me you never shall have,
Even though your heart is a-breaking O,
Even though your heart is a-breaking.

For remember it was but the other night,
You were in a alehouse drinking.
You offered a glass to all around,
But none to Barbara Allen O
But none to Barbara Allen.

Look down, look down by my bedside
You'll see a bowl there standing.
It's filled with the blood
That I shed for the love.
For the love of Barbara Allen O,
For the love of Barbara Allen.

Look up, look up from my bedside,
You'll see a gold watch hanging.
Give that gold watch and that gold chain
To hardhearted Barbara Allen O
To hearhearted Barbara Allen.

Dear mother, mother make my shroud.
Make it both long and narrow.
For my true love has died tonight.
And I will die the morrow O
And I will die the morrow.

They both were buried in the same churchyard
They were buried close together.
And out of him there grew a rose,
And out of her a briar O
And out of her a briar.

They grew, they grew to the church steeple top
Till they could grow no higher.
And there entwined in a true lover's knot
For all true lovers to admire O
For all true lovers to admire.

Pop Hwyl!

Dave R.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST
Date: 21 May 03 - 06:04 AM

Before any "Taffs" start remonstrating.

My farewell note should read:

Pob Hwyl!

Dave R


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Carly
Date: 24 Jan 04 - 02:54 AM

I am looking for the version of the song Barbara Allen as sung by Bradley Kincaid in the 1920's. Can anyone help?! Please!!
Thank you!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Jan 04 - 07:00 AM

There's a Bradley Kincaid recording of 'Barbara Allen' reissued on Bradley Kincaid 'Old Time Songs and Hymns' Old Homestead OHCD-4014.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Roberto
Date: 24 Jan 04 - 10:46 AM

Barbara Allen
Bradley Kincaid, on The Rose Grew Round the Briar, Early American Rural Love Songs, Vol.1, Classic recordings from the 1920's and 30'3, Yazoo 2030

All in the merry month of May
When all things they were bloomin'
Sweet William came from the Western States
And courted Barb'ry Allen

It was all in the month of June
When the green buds they were fallin'
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For the love of Barb'ry Allen

He sent his servant to the town
Where Barb'ry was a-dwellin' –
My master is sick and sends for you
If your name be Barb'ry Allen

So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she came nigh him
And all she said when she got there:
Young man, I think you're dying

O yes, I'm sick, and very sick
And death is on me dwellin'
No better, no better I never will be
If I can't have Barb'ry Allen

O yes, you're sick, and very sick
And death is on you dwellin'
No better, no better you never will be
For you can't have Barb'ry Allen

Don't you remember in yonder town
When we were at the tavern
You gave a health to the ladies all 'round
And slighted Barb'ry Allen

O yes, I remember in yonder town
In yonder town a-drinkin'
I gave a health to the ladies all 'round
But my heart to Barb'ry Allen

As she was on her high way home
She spied his corpse a-comin' -
Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay
That I may look upon him

The more she looked, the more she mourned
Till she fell to the ground a-cryin'
Saying – Take me up and carry me home
For I am now a-dyin'

She was buried in the old church-yard
And he was buried nigh her
On William's grave there grew a red rose
And on Barb'ry's grew a green briar

They grew to the top of the old church wall
Till they could not grow any higher
They lapped and they tied in a true lover's knot
And the rose grew round the briar


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 24 Jan 04 - 10:17 PM

To me, at least, the astounding thing is how few differences exist among the over-one-hundred collected versions. BTW, the ballad is referred to by some as "The bitch and the wimp"


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Jan 04 - 04:33 AM

According to Meade et alia, the Yazoo recording transcribed by Roberto was recorded on 24 January 1930 and issued by Melotone in March 1932 and by Vocalion in August 1934 - and subsequently by a number of other labels. He also recorded a version in 1929 for Brunswick that was unissued. There is no discographical information with the Old Homestead CD so the version therein must be the only other recording that he made of the song - in Chicago in February 1928. This has many stanzas identical to the 1930 version posted above by Roberto, but there are significant differences. It will be easier to post the whole thing rather than indicate the departures from Roberto's text.

BARBARA ALLEN

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry well away
And her name was Barb'ry Allen

All in the merry month of June
When the green buds they were fallin'
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For the love of Barb'ry Allen

He sent his servant to the town
Where Barb'ry was a-dwellin'
My master is sick and sent for you
If your name be Barb'ry Allen

And death is painted o'er his face
And o'er his heart is stealin'
Then hasten away to comfort him
Oh lovely Barb'ry Allen

So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she came nigh him
And all she said when she got there:
Young man, I think you're dying

O yes, I'm sick, and very sick
And death is on me dwellin'
No better, no better I never will be
If I can't have Barb'ry Allen

O yes, you're sick, and very sick
And death is on you dwellin'
No better, no better you never will be
For you can't have Barb'ry Allen

Don't you remember in yonder town
When we were at the tavern
You gave a health to the ladies all 'round
And slighted Barb'ry Allen

O yes, I remember in yonder town
In yonder town a-drinkin'
I gave a health to the ladies all 'round
But my heart to Barb'ry Allen

As she was on her high way home
The birds they kept a-singin'
And every note did seem to say
Hard-hearted Barb'ry Allen

She looked to the east and she looked to the west
'til she spied his corpse a-comin'
Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay
That I may look upon him

The more she looked, the more she mourned
'til she fell to the ground a-cryin'
Sayin', Take me up and carry me home
For I am now a-dyin'

Oh mother, oh mother go make my bed
Go make it long and narrow
Sweet William died for pure, pure love
And I shall die for sorrow

Oh father, oh father, go dig my grave
Go dig it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow

She was buried in the old church-yard
And he was buried nigh her
On William's grave there grew a red rose
On Barb'ry's grew a green briar

They grew to the top of the old church wall
'til they could not climb any higher
They lapped and they tied in a true lover's knot
And the rose grew around the briar

Source: transcription of Bradley Kincaid 'Barbara Allen' recorded in Chicago on 27 February 1928 and issued as Silvertone 5186, 8217 and Supertone 9211. Reissued on Bradley Kincaid 'Old-Time Songs and Hymns' Old Homestead OHCD-4014.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Sooz
Date: 25 Jan 04 - 05:09 AM

How about alternative tunes? It always goes down well as a twelve bar blues in our neck of the woods.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: masato sakurai
Date: 25 Jan 04 - 05:12 AM

Listen to this version here.

Barbara Allen
Performed by: Frank Luther and his Pards
Record format: Edison Needle Type disc test pressing
Matrix number: N-362-B-1-1
Recording date: August 15, 1928
NPS object catalog number: EDIS 81262


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: masato sakurai
Date: 25 Jan 04 - 05:46 AM

Two recordings are at The Record Lady's All-Time Country Favorites: 'Barbara Allen' - Bradley Kincaid (Real Country Archives Page 1); 'Barbara Allen' - Kathie Clark (In Memoriam - Yodelin' Slim Clark). Nine versions are at The Max Hunter Folk Song Collection; and five at Wolf Folklore Collection: Ozark Folksongs.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Lin K.
Date: 11 Feb 04 - 06:32 PM

I am trying to find the name of the artist who recorded Barbara Allen on a 78rpm record in the 40's or early 50's. My mom had the record and threw it away. I was raised in Chicago and have been trying to find this rendition for a very, very long time. HELP!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Q
Date: 11 Feb 04 - 08:27 PM

Vernon Dalhart (Brunswick 117) and Al Craver (Col. 15126-D) are two early ones. There must be others.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Bob Bolton
Date: 11 Feb 04 - 10:04 PM

G'day,

OK ... I have not carefully read every single text - but I DID search the page with appropriate key words ... and the list does not seem to have Art Thieme's interesting Cowboy's Barbara Allen ... collected when we has about 21. A search on that name does not raise a DT entry - but does find a few recent threads.

Maybe we should ask Art to post the words to his version of the song, along with the story of his collecting it.

Regards,

Bob Bolton


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Q
Date: 11 Feb 04 - 10:57 PM

Several versions of "Barbara Allen" have been collected in the western U. S.; Art Thieme's would make a fine addition.

The song was collected from Bob Brown who lived at the edge of the Big Thicket (Texas) by William A. Owens.

Lyr. Add: Barbara Allen (Texas)

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling,
Made every youth cry, "Way-la-way,
Oh, here comes Barbara Allen."

'Twas in the merry month of May,
The green buds were a-swelling,
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen.

They sent a servant to the town
Where Barbara was a-dwelling,
Saying, "Rise, oh, rise you up and go
If your name be Barbara Allen."

Ao slowly, slowly she rose up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And these the words she said to him
Was, "Young man, I think you're dying."

Oh, yes, I'm sick and very sick,
And death is on me dwelling,
And one sweet kiss would comfort me
From the lips of Barbara Allen."

"Oh, yes, you're sick and very sick,
And death is on you dwelling,
But one sweet kiss you never will have
From the lips of Barbara Allen.

"Oh, don't you remember on a wedding night
When we were at the tavern,
You drank a health to the ladies round,
But you slighted Barbara Allen?"

"Oh, yes, I remember on a wedding night
When we were at the tavern,
I drank a health to the ladies round,
But my heart was barbara Allen."

He turned his face to the pale cold wall,
And death was on him dwelling:
"Farewell, farewell to all false maids,
And woe to barbara Allen."

When she was walking in the field
She heard the death bell knelling,
And every toll, it seemed to say,
:Hard-hearted Barbara Allen."

She looked to the east, she looked to the west,
And she saw the cold corpse coming
"Lay down, lay down that cold, cold corpse
That I may gaze upon him."

The more she looked, the more she mourned
Till she fell to the ground a-crying,
Saying, "Pick me up and carry me home,
For I am now a-dying.

"Oh, mother, mother, go make my shroud,
Go make it long and narrow;
Sweet William died for me today,
I'll die for him tomorrow.

"Oh, father, father, go dig my grave,
Go dig it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me for love,
I'll die for him for sorrow."

They buried her in the lone church yard,
Sweet William lay a-nigh her,
And out of his grave grew a red, red rose,
And out of hers grew a briar.

They climbed, they climbed, to the tall church top,
Till they could go no higher,
And there they tied in a true lover's knot,
The rose wrapped around the briar.

In 1927, L. D. Bertillion, Mineola, TX, wrote to J. Frank Dobie. The following is a short extract:
About 38 or 40 years ago a bunch of our most up to date people of the cowhorse region- at Youngsport, Tex.- on the Lampasas River in Bell Co., Tex. met for a little sociable of some kind, and the entertainment features being slim some one suggested [new] songs, to which all eagerly agreed,....It came time for Mr. Abe Richards to sing. So he was one of those unabashed self important cow punchers from way up the cow house. .... He removed both spurs in order not to scar the floor, turned down an old-fashioned rawhide chair for a head prop." He sang barbara Allen. "Now then I confess it was new to me, and a number of others considered Mr. Richards rather up to date in music, and all would have been well save for the fact that one or two of the audience remembered their grandmothers sing the song, and I believe it was a favorite cowboy song in Texas before the pale faces became thick enough to make the Indians consider a massacre worth while...."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Q
Date: 11 Feb 04 - 11:08 PM

Forgot to put the source: William A. Owens, 1950, "Texas Folk Songs," pp. 49-53, with music. Texas Folklore Society, No. XXIII, University Press in Dallas.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Stewie
Date: 12 Feb 04 - 01:56 AM

Q, according to Meade, Al Craver was another pseudonym for Dalhart whose real name was Marion T. Slaughter. He recorded 'Barbara Allen' 3 times in 1927, issued as by Al Craver (Col 15126), Tobe Little (OK 45090) and Vernon Dalhart (Br 117). Apart from numerous recordings by Dalhart and Kincaid, other artists who recorded it in the 20s and 30s were: Frank Luther and His Pards [1928], Newton Gaines [1929], Doc Hopkins [1931] and The Vagabonds [1933]. Later recordings, in 40s and 50s, included those by Howard Dixon, Merle Travis, The Everly Brothers, and The Lilly Brothers & Don Stover.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Lin K
Date: 12 Feb 04 - 11:06 AM

Thank you Q and Stewie for the recording info. I have one other question. Is there a website where I might find these records for purchase and listen to a part of it? Again I say THANKS!! Lin K


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,James H.
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 02:33 AM

My Mother and I have sung her recollection of Barbra Allen for fourteen years, and when she's not around, I'd like to be able to hear the song. Does anyone know where I can download the music with the lyrics included? If so please email me at dblsdragon@yahoo.com


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: John C.
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 07:19 AM

I know that Ewan MacColl recorded at least 2 versions of Barbara Allen (probably more). My favourite is on his LP of English trad. songs, 'The Manchester Angel'(Topic 12T147, 1966). MacColl states, in the sleeve notes, that "The version given here was learned from [the Dorset Gypsy]Caroline Hughes in 1964". This version is to a fine tune and has a fairly concise text.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: masato sakurai
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 08:53 AM

New address for Frank Luther and his Pards' "Barbara Allen" (rec. 1928).


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 09:20 AM

Any theories about just why Barbara Allen is so damn popular? The tunes tend to be nice but not overrwhelming, and the story (the bitch amd the wimp) is sort of trivial. But it perseveres. Why?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Mark Ross
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 10:21 AM

My favorite version is still the cowboy one that Art Thieme collected years ago.

Mark Ross


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Roberto
Date: 31 Dec 04 - 11:34 AM

Dick Greenhaus, I am not amazed that Barbara Allen has been in the tradition for centuries. It is a powerful archetypical ballad. The rose and briar motif; the grim content behind; the magic (the basin full of tears; the golden watch and the guinea gold chain, etc) and Barbara Allen being maybe a witch; her wild laughter when she sees his corpse; jealousy, cruelty and revenge; love and death; the unknown reasons for him to slight her in public; his discounsolate death, etc, etc, etc. What would you want more? And the tunes, so many different tunes, and yet sharing something in common: a family of tunes. Yesterday I was reading The Volsung Saga. The character of Brynhildr in there has a lot of Barbara Allen. She makes the only man she ever loved die, for jealousy and revenge, and for some sort of consequence she dies very soon after. She laughs when she knows for certain he's dead, just like Barbara Allen in many versions. She, instead of him, is very ill and lies in her bed (until she revenges herself). And then there are the magnificent versions of Barbara Allen we could get from traditional singers and in the revival of traditional music: the ones sung by Jane Turriff, Carolyne Hughes, Phoebe Smith, Sarah Makem, Elizabeth Cronin, Jean Ritchie, Texas Gladden, Lucy Stewart, Bob Hart, Phil Tanner, Fred Jordan, Sam Larner, Joe Heaney, Jimmy Stewart, Martin Carthy, Norma Waterson, Ewan MacColl, Gordeanna McCulloch, Jean Redpath, Mary Humphreys, Nic Jones, Jody Stecher, and many more.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 09 Jun 07 - 05:23 PM

This is pretty much the way the words go to the version of B.A. I got from Del Bray (or Dave Bray) in our cheapo hotel room across from the train station in Cheyenne, Wyoming (1962) School chum, Mike Sideman, and I were doing the Guthrie/Kerouac thing---my first trip to the west coast by car. Our hotel had a workingman's bar on the street level, and that is where we met Del Bray who was a beat up retired cowboy. I'd had my guitar in the bar and he said he had picked in his youth. The jukebox was on LOUD so we got a 6-pack and went to our hotel room to swap some songs. At one point I asked him if he knew any story songs.   Del sang this and I wrote it down in shorthand on a scrap of paper and stashed it in my guitar case. I never thought about it being a unique form of this song--and I didn't think to ask him where it came from or if he had written it. (I was 20 years old and 2 beers put me to sleep back then.) A couple of years later, I found those song notations folded up in the case. The tune is just the way I remembered it after the fact. But I remember really liking the Medicine Bow reference---and especially the "Made all the boys ride saddle sore" line.

Also, I realized later that the "marker rocks" put on the pretty shallow graves out west were to try to keep coyotes and wolves from digging up a dead body.

We had getting back the road on our minds, and the next morning we headed west. I never did hear of or from Del (Dave?) Bray again.

Mike and I wound up in San Francisco and then in Monterrey and Salinas, California. John Steinbeck was important to me then,   still is---so we sought out those places he wrote about. Big Sur and Henry Miller territory as well. Never did find Tom Joad though! But Canary Row was there in Monterrey, and so was what was left of Doc's (Ed Ricketts') marine biology specimens lab. There was a John Steinbeck motion picture theater on the street, ten antique shops and places to buy taffy. It was pretty sad. Still, it was THE AMAZING OCEAN----the end of the country---the dropping off place. (I loved the coast--and when Carol and I were married in '67, we migrated to Oregon's coast to live for a while.)

After California, Mike and I, eventually, left the car in El Paso, Texas, and took a bus 2400 miles (round trip for $24.00--a penny a mile) to Mexico City and back. But that's another story...

I called Del's song "Cowboy's Barbara Allen". Here it is pretty much the way I first did it...

Near Medicine Bow where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made all the boys ride saddle sore,
And her name was Barbara Allen,
And her name was Barbara Allen.

Was in the merry moth of May,
The green buds they were swellin',
Young Billy/Jimmy come to the western range,
Come a-courtin' Barbara Allen,
Come a-courtin' Barbara Allen.

'Twas in the merry moth of June,
Green leaves they was bloomin',
Young Billy on his death bed lay,
Just for lovin' Barbara Allen,
Just for lovin' Barbara Allen.

We sent a message out to her,
To the place where she was dug in,
Sayin', "Come and see young Bill today,
For I think that he is dying,
I think that he's a-dyin'."

Slowly, slowly she got up,
Slowly she went to him,
And when she pulled the blanket back
Said, "Bill, I guess you're dying,
Bill, I guess you're dying."

"Yes, I'm sick, I'm very sick.
I never will get better,
Until I get the love of you,
The love of Barbara Allen,
The love of Barbara Allen."

She went walkin' back through the brush,
She heard the cattle moanin',
And every moan they seemed to say,
Hard hearted Barbara Allen,
Hard hearted Barbara Allen.

Father, oh, father, go dig my grave,
Dig it deep and narrow,
Young Billy died for me today,
I'm gonna die for him tomorrow,
Gonna die for him tomorrow."

We burried her in the old church yard,
Bill, his grave was nigh her,
And from his grave grew a red, red rose,
And from hers grew a brier,
And from hers grew a brier.

They tangled round the marker rocks,
They could not grow no higher,
And there they tied a true love knot,
The rose and the thorny brier,
The rose and the thorny brier.

In Medicine Bow where I was born,
The was a fair maid dwellin',
Made all the boys ride saddle sore,
And her name was Barbara Allen,
And her name was Barbara Allen.

(Art Thieme for Del Bray)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 09 Jun 07 - 10:17 PM

Art, I love that song, many thanks for posting it & how you found it.

sandra


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Gene
Date: 09 Jun 07 - 11:07 PM

The best version of Barbara Allen I ever heard was by
Tommy Faile, Writer of Red Sovine's Phantom 309.

and the best version of the tune of Barbara Allen I ever heard was
by Johnny Cash, new lyrics titled The Ballad Of Barbara.

Try 'em U'll Like 'em.

CN8GV9@aim.com


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 09 Jun 07 - 11:23 PM

Lets see, a few additional bits...

1) It ought to be "the month of May" and "the month of June." NOT the "moth" of May and June.

2) If there were verses about 'Do you remember in yonder town---you drank a toast to ladies all but slighted Barbara Allen'---well, I never wrote 'em down for some reason. But that was 45 years ago. This was how it got saved. So, I guess this'll have to be it.

3) I do think that the line about 'The place where she was dug in' is obliquely taking note of the fact that she probably was living in a sod house where the building blocks had to be dug from the prairie ground.

4) I recorded Cowboy's Barbara Allen twice. The first time was on my very first LP album in the 1970s--on Kicking Mule Records--KM 150--Art Thieme-Outright Boldfaced Lies--Live At The Old Town School Of Folk Music.
All of Kicking Mule was sold to the jazz label Fantasy Records and they are sitting on those tapes--probably until I pass on.

The second time I put the song out, I took some old concert tapes from the 1970s and '80s and put together my 1998 CD called The Older I Get, The Better I Was--on Waterbug Records. It's available at: www.waterbug.com

Art


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: katlaughing
Date: 10 Jun 07 - 12:22 AM

And, thanks to you and the Mudcat, Art, that version of BA has been heard in Wyoming, again, when my sister and I performed as "Folkfyre." It remains my very favourite version, partly because of its Wyoming references, but mostly because it came from you. And, you are spot on about the "dug-in being a "dug-out" or sod house, I am sure, as well as the marker rocks, etc. Thanks, again, my friend for your priceless Fine Art.:-)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 10 Jun 07 - 01:39 PM

Dick Greenhaus,

I always felt that Michael Cooney got it right when he noted that this song was about two peop[le whose baggage kept 'em from communicating---and that's what led to the trgic end of both of their lives.

To me, that's Classic Tragedy in the Aristotilian sense. It's both their flaws--mainly hers-- that were their downfall. If she'd only been honest about how she felt about the guy. She loved him, but possibly didn't realize that fact until the guilt trip resulted in his death.

Art


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST
Date: 11 Jun 07 - 03:56 AM

For the best selection of U.S. Barbara Allen versions see Folkways albums totally devoted to traditional versions of the ballad edited by Charles Seeger.
I was once told that all Folkways albums are still available - true?
Jim Carroll


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 11 Jun 07 - 08:53 PM

Jim,
Folkways is now called SMITHSONIAN FOLKWAYS. Google that and there they all will be. Even the one titled SOUNDS OF NORTH AMERICAN FROGS.

Another great record of Barbara Allen variants was issued on LP by the old Archive Of Folk Song at the Library Of Congress in Washington D.C. They are now the ARCHIVE OF FOLK CULTURE.

My favorite version on that album is sung unaccompanied by Rebecca Tarwater if I'm remembering it right. Several tracks were not complete but you did get to hear the tune and the singing style. But Ms Tarwater's singing of the ballad was the complete song---as were other exceptional field collected performances on the record.
I figure it ought to be a CD by now!

Art Thieme


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: GUEST
Date: 12 Jun 07 - 03:14 PM

Thanks Art,
It was the Lib. of Cong. album I was thinking of.
The I J (?) Marlor track is the one I remember.
Jim Carroll


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: pavane
Date: 05 Nov 07 - 10:20 AM

Not sure if this was one of the older songs mentioned by (the late) Bruce O.

It is very old, and certainly has the rose and briar verse

http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=Douce+Ballads+1(72a)&id=15155.gif&seq=1&size=1>Fair Margaret's misfortune


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Jeremiah McCaw
Date: 05 Nov 07 - 11:09 AM

Not quite off-topic, but a definite tangent - I hear an interesting parallel between BA and a current song out by Allison Krause & Brad Paisley called "Whiskey Lullaby".


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Q
Date: 05 Nov 07 - 12:38 PM

Pavanne, see Child # 74, Fair Margaret and Sweet William.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 05 Nov 07 - 01:31 PM

The 'two earlier songs' that Bruce referred to were 'The dying Young-man and the obdurate Maid' (c.1655-1663/4), and 'The Ruined Lovers' (1663-74). His transcriptions of both can be seen at http://www.csufresno.edu/folklore/Olson/SONGTXT2.HTM#RUNDLVR. Bruce suspected that 'Barbara Allen' was based on the former, but the scenario was hardly uncommon.

The rose-and-briar episode doesn't occur in surviving early examples of 'Barbara Allen', and was presumably borrowed later on from one of a number of different songs that use it. 'Fair Margaret's Misfortune' (Douce Ballads 1(72a), dated c. 1720, though Child thought 'end of the 17th century': see link above) would be one possibility.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: pavane
Date: 06 Nov 07 - 04:34 AM

Thanks Malcolm


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Dr Price
Date: 06 Nov 07 - 11:25 AM

Don't forget the marvellous version of Barbara Allen sung by Phil Tanner of Llangennith, West Gower (thanks, Roberto.) It is issued on The Gower Nightingale (Veteran VT145CD).


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Good Soldier Schweik
Date: 06 Nov 07 - 11:32 AM

inmy opinion,there are two verses that are outstanding in this song,the briar and rose verse and:
As she walked down those long stairsteps,she heard the small birds singing,and every voice it seemed to say hard hearted Barbry Allen.Dick Miles.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Good Soldier Schweik
Date: 17 Jan 10 - 01:27 PM

"made all the boys ride saddle sore", the mind boggles,is there an impication that she was a nymphomaniac.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 17 Jan 10 - 01:58 PM

As I have related elsewhere, particularly in interview which Bob Thomson & I did with him year before he died, & which I pub'd in Folk Review in 1953, Harry Cox declared adamantly that anyone who sang Barbara Allen with the rose&briar had it wrong — 'They're mixed up,' he declared, ' that don't belong there, that comes in Lord Lovely [sic]!'


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 17 Jan 10 - 03:34 PM

I meant, of course, Folk Review in 1973 in above post re Harry Cox interview. Sorry


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Bill D
Date: 17 Jan 10 - 09:36 PM

Hmm...an old thread which I missed.

Such is technology that folks who enumerate such things have now catalogued over 200 recorded 'version', some of which are obviously very similar to others.

I have various things by Harry Cox, but not his singing of Barbry...


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 17 Jan 10 - 10:53 PM

... & it doesn't appear on Harry's Topic "Bonny Labouring Boy" collection, to listed at back of booklet as part of his known repertoire.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 17 Jan 10 - 10:55 PM

.. I meant "THO listed..." of course; there is a gremlin {or a fairy or a pixie - see THAT thread!} in my WP to be sure!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Ross Campbell
Date: 19 Jan 10 - 02:28 AM

About a year before he died, my uncle mentioned a few songs that his father (my grandfather, who died in 1957 aged eighty-four) used to sing. One of them was Barbara Allan. My uncle couldn't remember any lines, and I have been wondering which of the many versions my grandfather might have known.

Mudcat often seems to come up with answers to questions you hadn't quite formulated, so I'll be coming back to this thread later. Sarah Makem's version seems a likely candidate, as my mother's side of the family are all in Northern Ireland.

Ross


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'Barbara Allen' different versions
From: Paul Burke
Date: 19 Jan 10 - 02:08 PM

... And all she said, when there she came,
"Young man, I think you're Brian..."


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