| AUDIO
RECORDING (version 1)
VERSE 1
In younder town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwell'n
Made every youth cry well away
Her name was Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 2
Was in th merry month of May
When greenbuds they were swell'n
Sweet William come from th western state
An' courted Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 3
Was all in the month o' June
When everything was blooming
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For th love of Bar-bry Ellen |
AUDIO
RECORDING (version 2)
VERSE 1
Down in Scarlet town where I was born
There was this fair maid a dwell'in
And all th youths cried well away
Her name was Barbra Allen
VERSE 2
T'was all in th merry month of May
Green buds all a swell'in
When young Sir James, on a death bed lay
With love for Barbra Allen
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| VERSE 4
He sent his servant to th town
Where Barbry was a dwell'n
Saying, my Master's sick an' sent for you
If your name be Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 5
He is sick an' very sick
An' death on him is dwell'n
So hasten away to comfert him
O, lovely Bar-bry Ellen |
VERSE 3
He sent his man unto her then
To his town were she was'a dwell'in
Said, my Master's sick an' he sent for you
If your name is Barbra Allen
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| VERSE 6
Slowly, slowly she got up
An' slowly she cam nigh him
An' all she said, when she got there
Young man I think you're dying
VERSE 7
O yes, I'm sick, an' very sick
An' death on me is dwell'n
No better, no better, I never will be
If I cain't get Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 8
O yes, you're sick an' very sick
An' death on you is dwell'n
No better, no better, you never will be
For you cain't get Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 9
Don't you remember in yonder town
When we were at the tavern
You drank a health, to th ladies all around
An' slighted Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 10
O yes, I remember in yonder town
In yonders town a drinking
I give a health to th ladies all around
But my heart to Bar-bry Ellen
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VERSE 4
So slowly, slowly, rose she up
So slowly she came a nigh him
When she got there all she said,
W's young man I think you dying
VERSE 5
He turned his pale face to 'er full
Death was on it a dwell'in'
O, pity me my pretty maid
I'm on my death bed lying
VERSE 6
If on your death bed, you be Sir
Then death be in you a dwellin'
Better I'm sure you never will be
For you can't have Barbra Allen
VERSE 7
Do you remember in yonder town
O, th wine was freely a flow'in
You toasted fair maids all around
But ya slighted Barbra Allen
VERSE 8
I do remember in yonder town
When th wine was freely a flow'in
When I toasted ladies all around
But I still loved Barbra Allen
VERSE 9
Then he turned his pale face to th wall
Death was with 'im now deal'in
Adieu, adieu my kind friends all
Adieu, O Barbra Allen |
| VERSE 11
As she was on her highway home
Th birds kept a singing
They sang so clear, did seem to say
Hard hearted Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 12
As she was walk'n o'er th field
She heard his death bell ringing
And every stroke did seem to say
Hard hearted Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 13
She looked to th east and she looked to th west
She saw his corpse a coming
Lay down, lay down, that corpse of clay
That I may look upon 'im
VERSE 14
Th more she looked, th more she mourned
Till she bursted out to crying
Saying, pick me up an' carry me home
For I feel like I am dying |
VERSE 10
While she was walk'in across th field
She spied the hearse a coming
Let down, let down, she cried to them,
That I may look upon 'im
VERSE 11
She looked upon th pale dead face
Then her cheeks with laughter a swell'in
Til even her friends, cried, O, away
T'is unworthy Barbra Allen
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| VERSE 15
O, Mother, O, Mother, go make my bed
Go make it long an' narrow
Cause, Sweet William, died for pure, pure love
And I shall die for sorrow
VERSE 16
O, Father, O Father, go dig my grave
Go dig it long an' narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
VERSE 17
They buried Sweet William in th ole church yard
An' Barbry in th new one
A rose sprung from Sweet William's grave
An' a brier from Bar-bry Ellen
VERSE 18
They grew an' they grew to th top of th wall
An' could not grow, no higher
They let them tied in a true loves knot
An' th rose run around th brier |
VERSE 12
But on her death bed, when she lay
She asked to be buried a nigh him
Thus regretted, that in her lie
She ever had denied him
VERSE 13
Sir James he died, on a Saturday night
An' Barbra died on Sunday
And th Mother died with grief for both
She died on Easter Monday |