Barbara Allyne

from Driftwood by Gf Morgan

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(Traditional)

The earliest entry for this extremely popular and widespread Scottish ballad comes from the diary of Samuel Pepys in 1666 where he mentions having been very pleased to hear it sung by a famous contemporary actress. In the earliest versions of the text, the dying lover is Sir John Graeme, but as the ballad spread through England, Ireland, Wales and ultimately North America, the name and location of the ballad changed frequently to reflect local placement.
It is one of the most popular ballads in the English language and remains as haunting today as it was the day it was written.

lyrics

In Eddington where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And I picked her out for to be my bride
And her name was Barbary Allyne Allyne,
And her name was Barbary Allyne.

He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling
Saying “You must come to me master dear
If your name be Barbary Allyne Allyne,
If your name be Barbary Allyne.”

Slowly, slowly came she nigh
And slowly she came nigh him
And when she’d looked into his pale face
Said “Young man, I think you’re dying,
Young man I think you’re dying.”

“Oh Mother dear, go make my bed,
Go make it soft and easy
That I may die for the sake of love
And she may die for sorrow sorrow,
And she may die for sorrow.”

“Mother dear, look by my bed,
You’ll see a gold watch standing,
There’s my gold watch and my guinea gold ring,
Would you deliver them to Barbary Allyne Allyne
Would you deliver them to Barbary Allyne.”

“Mother dear, look o’er my bed
You’ll see a bowl there standing,
It’s full of tears that I’ve shed this night
For the loss of Barbary Allyne alkyne
For the loss of Barbary Allyne.”

As she was walking o’er the moor,
She saw a corse a-comin’
“Well put him down you six pretty lads
That I might well gaze on him, on him,
That I might well gaze on him

They buried him in the old churchyard
They buried her in the choir
And out of his breast grew a red red rose
And out of hers a briar
And out of hers a briar.

They grew and grew ‘till they reached the sky
And they could grow no higher
And there they entwined in a true loves knot,
Red rose around the briar,
Red rose around the briar.

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from Driftwood, released December 20, 2020
Gf Morgan - guitar, vocals English concertina
Nancy Brown - violin

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Gf Morgan New Hope, Pennsylvania

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Gf Morgan's work spans four decades and incorporates Celtic and traditional ballads as well as original compositions.

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