Barbara Allen--Ozark Mountain folk song

I was thrilled to find this song. It many variations but this is the one my grandmother, Nanny, used to sing to use when my brothers and sister and I were little. We are from the Ozarks. Nanny was raised in the Ozarks. She knew many of the old ballads, and when we were all in the car taking trips, Nanny would sing them to us. This was always one of our very favorites. I have included a link to a web site that has some the variations and the music. The Max Hunter Folk Song Collection

 

VERSE 1

In a scarlet town where I was born

There was a fair maid dwell'in

Made every youth cry well away

For her name was Bar-bra Allen

 

VERSE 2

All in th merry month of May

When green buds they were swell'in

Sweet William on his death bed lay

For th love of Bar-bra Allen

 

VERSE 3

He sent his servant to th town

To th place where she was dwell'in

Say-in, hasten away and come with me

If your name be Bar-bra Aleen

 

VERSE 4

So slowly, slowly, she rode up

So slowly she came nigh him

And all she said, when there she came

Young man I think your dy'in

 

VERSE 5

O, yes, I'm sick an' very sick

An' death is on me dwell'in

No better, no better, I never will be

If I can't have Bar-bra Allen

 

VERSE 6

Do you remember in yonder town

When I was at th tavern

I gave a toast t' th ladies all around

But my heart to Bar-bra Allen

 

VERSE 7

If on your death bed you do lie

What needs this tale, you're tell'in

I cannot keep you from your death

Farewell said, Bar-bra Allen

 

VERSE 8

As she was on her highway home

She spied his corpse a com'in

Set down, set down, this corpse of clay

That I may look up-on him

 

VERSE 9

Th more she looked, th more she wept

Till she fell t' th ground a - cry'in

O, pick me up and carry me home

For now I am a dy'in

 

VERSE 10

O Father, O Father, go dig my grave

Go dig it long and narrow

Sweet William died for me today

I'll die for him t-morrow

 

VERSE 11

Upon her grave there grew a red rose

On Williams grave grew a brier

They twined and they twined in a true lovers knot

An' th rose grew 'round th brier

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