Henrik Norbeck's ABC Tunes

Display tune: Barbara Allen

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X:135
T:Barbara Allen
R:song
D:De Danann: Selected Jigs, Reels & Songs
Z:id:hn-song-135
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=140
K:Edor
B2 | B2 B4 | B4 (AB) | (G A3) {FG}F2 | E4
c2 | d4 F2 | d4 d2 | c2 B4- | B4
(Bc) | e4 de | d4 FA | G4 FE | D4
EF | G4 (GA) | B4 F2 | F2{GF} E4- | E4 ||
W:It being late, all in the year,
W:the green leaves they were fallin'
W:when young Johnny Rose from his own country,
W:fell in love with Barbara Allen.
W:
W:Get up, get up, her mother says,
W:Get up and go and see him,
W:Oh, mother dear, do you not mind the time,
W:That you told me how to slight him.
W:
W:Get up, get up, her father says,
W:Get up and go and see him,
W:Oh, father dear, do you not mind the time,
W:That you told me how to shun him.
W:
W:Slowly, slowly she got up,
W:and it's slowly she put on her,
W:Slowly she went to his bedside,
W:And slowly looks upon him.
W:
W:"You're lyin' low, young man", she says,
W:"And almost near a-dyin'."
W:"One word from you will bring me to,
W:If you be Barbara Allen."
W:
W:"One word from me you never will get,
W:Nor any young man breathin',
W:For the better of me you never will be,
W:Though your heart's blood was a-spillin'."
W:
W:"Look down, look down, at my bed foot,
W:It's there you'll find them lyin',
W:Bloody sheets and bloody shirts,
W:I sweat them for you, Allen."
W:
W:"Look up, look up to my bed head,
W:and there you'll find them hangin',
W:my gold watch and my gold chain,
W:I bestow them to you, Allen."
W:
W:As she was goin' home to her father's hall,
W:she heard the death-bell ringin',
W:And every clap that the death-bell gave,
W:It was "Woe be to you, Allen!"
W:
W:As she was goin' home to her mother's hall,
W:She saw the funeral comin',
W:"Lay down, lay down that weary corpse,
W:'Til I get lookin' on him."
W:
W:She lifted up the lid up off of the corpse,
W:and bursted out with laughin',
W:and all his weary friends around,
W:Cried "hard hearted Barbara Allen!"
W:
W:She went into her mother's house,
W:"Make my bed long and narrow,
W:For the death-bell did ring for my true love today,
W:It will ring for me tomorrow."
W:
W:Out of one grave there grew a red rose,
W:Out of the other a briar,
W:And they both twisted into a true lover's knot,
W:And there remained forever.


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