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BARBARA ALLEN (BONNY BARBARA ALLAN) Sung by: Mrs. Nettie Huddleston Barnes Recorded in Pfeiffer, AR 8/23/61 Click here to listen to the original recording When the buds all were swelling, Sweet William on his deathbed lay For the sake of Barbry Allen. He sent his servant to the town Where Barbry was a-dwelling. “Master William’s sick, he’s very sick, I think he’s now a-dying.” Slowly, slowly, she rode on, Slowly she approached him, And all she said when she got there, “My young man, I think you’re dying.” “Yes, I’m sick, I’m very sick. I’m in my own dwelling. Though no better will I ever be, Unless I get Barbry Allen.” Also found in Child, #84, “Bonny Barbara Allan”; Randolph, Vol. I, #21, “Barbara Allen”; Brown, Vol. II, #27, “Bonny Barbara Allan”; Belden, p. 60, “Barbara Allen.” |
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All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas Back to the Song Index Back to the Wolf Collection Homepage ©Copyright 2002 Lyon College |