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Barbra Allen
Filed under: 11 verses, Courting, Death, for Person, Form, God/Religion, Location, Longing, Love, non-gendered, Pain, Point of View, Songs | Tags: church, London, rose
Leave a comment In London City where I once did dwell
There’s where I got my learning
I fell in love with a paretty young girl
Her name was Barbra Allen
I courted her for seven long years
She said she would not have me
Then straight way home es I could go
And liken to a dying
I wrote her a letter on my death bed
I wrote it slow and moving
So take this letter to my own true love
And tell her I am dying
She took the letter in her little white hand
She read it slow and moving
Go take this letter back to him
And tell him I am coming
As she passed by his dying bed
She saw his pale lips quivering
No better no better I’ll ever be
Until I get Barbara Allen
As she passed by his dying bed
You’re very sick and almost dying
No better no better you will ever be
For you can’t get Barbra Allen
As she went down the long stair steps
She heard teh death bell toning
And every bell appeartd to say
Hard hearted Barbra Allen
She looked to the East and she looked to the West
She saw the pale corpse coming
Go bring them pale corpse to me
And let me gaze upon them
Oh mamma mamma go make my bed
Go make it soft and narrow
Sweet Willaim died today for me
I’ll die for him tomorrow
They burried Sweet William in the old church yard
They burried Miss Barbra beside him
And out of his grave there sprand a red rose
And out of hers a briar
They grew to the top of the old church tower
They could not grow any higher
They hooked they tied in a true lovers knot
Red rose around the briar
The Butcher’s Boy
Filed under: 6 verses, Animals, Ballad, Courting, Death, Family, for Person, Form, From Woman, Location, Longing, Love, Pain, Point of View, Songs, Woman | Tags: birds, Father, grave, London, mother, sorrow, suicide, weapon
Leave a comment In London City where I did dwell
A butcher’s boy I loved so well
He courted me my life away
And with me then he would not stay
I went up stairs to go to bed
And nothing to my mother said
But mother said your acting queer
What is the trouble my daughter dear
Oh mother dear you need not know
The pain and sorrow grief and woe
Give me a chair and set me down
With pen and ink to write words down
Oh dig my grave both wide and deep
And place a marble at my feet
Upon my breast a snow white dove
To show the world that I died for love
And when her father first came home
Where is my girl where has she gone
He went upstairs the door he broke
And found her hanging to a rope
He took his knife and cut her down
And in her bosom these words he found
A silly girl am I you know
To hang myself for the butchers boy
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