Barbara Allen
In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made every youth cry Well-a-day!
Her name was Barbara Allen.
All in the merry month of May,
When the green buds they were swellin',
Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his men down to her then,
To the town where she was dwelling:
"O haste and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allen."
So slowly, slowly rase she up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And when she drew the curtains by--
"Young man, I think you're dyin'."
"O it's I am sick and very very sick,
And 'tis a' for Barbara Allen." --
"O the better for me ye'se never be,
Tho your heart's blood were a-spillin'!.
"O dinna ye mind, young man," said she,
"When the red wine ye were fillin',
That ye made the healths gae round and round,
And slighted Barbara Allen?"
He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was with him dealin':
"Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barbara Allen!"
And slowly, slowly raise she up,
And slowly, slowly left him,
And sighing said she could not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.
As she was walkin o'er the fields
She heard the dead-bell knellin',
And every jow that the dead-bell geid,
Cried, "Woe to Barbara Allen!"
"O mother, mother, make my bed!
O make it saft and narrow:
My love has died for me today,
I'll die for him to-morrow."
"Farewell", she said, "ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in:
Henceforward take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barbara Allen."
Commentary
(Child Ballad #84)
c. 17th Century, but at least a few centuries older in oral tradition.
A classic folk ballad - life and love, drama and death, with a strong dash of moral judgement thrown in. (Perhaps the true contemporary heir to the folk ballad is the soap opera!) The morality might seem slightly archaic today, especially the very androcentric slant, but that shouldn’t preclude enjoyment of the poem.
I’ve been planning to run a Child ballad for a while, and today’s was the obvious choice, being a friend of my youth. I remember what mostly caught my fancy back then was the sound of the poem, a combination of the dialect and the rhythm; interestingly, I’d forgotten most of the poem completely, except for the last two verses, and therefore remembered it as a poem about a woman who scorned her true love, and then killed herself out of repentance. Rediscovering1 the fact that he had slighted her first was quite a surprise.
On the Child Ballads:
Francis Child’s five-volume work, The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (1882-1898), is considered by many as the basis of traditional Anglo-Celtic folk music, as both the motifs like the popular characters like the mythical Tam Lin and the might have been real Robin Hood, and the actual songs still played by many a musician are contained within this work. And just as importantly, the Child Ballads are crucial to present day writers who use the old folk ballads.
[…]
So why is the English and Scottish Popular Ballads so valuable? First we need a definition of what a ballad is. Funk & Wagnall’s Online Dictionary defines a ballad thus: “short narrative folk song that fixes on the most dramatic part of a story, moving to its conclusion by means of dialogue and a series of incidents. The word ballad was first used in a general sense to mean a simple short poem. Such a poem could be narrative or lyric, sung or not sung, crude or polite, sentimental or satiric, religious or secular; it was vaguely associated with dance. The word is still commonly used in this loose fashion. In the field of folklore, however, ballad is applied specifically to the kind of narrative folk song described in the opening lines. These narrative songs represent a type of literature and music that developed across Europe in the late Middle Ages. Unlike the medieval romances and rhymed tales, ballads tend to have a tight dramatic structure that sometimes omits all preliminary material, all exposition and description, even all motivation, to focus on the climactic scene (as in the British “Lord Randall”). It is as though the ballad presented only the last act of a play, leaving the listener or reader to supply the antecedent material. When the ballad emerged, it was a new form of art and literature, distinct from anything that had gone before.”
[…]
Child’s contribution in researching, compiling, and publishing the English and Scottish Popular Ballads, was that he documented the very roots of English speaking ballads as versionthey still existed in the late Victorian period. This – and its effects on popular folk music and written literature – is why the Child Ballads (as they are most often called) remain a seminal work.
– http://www.greenmanreview.com/child_ballads.html
Follow the link and read the whole piece - it’s well worth a look.
Links
Some other versions of the lyrics (‘Barbara Allen’, like most ballads, has no ‘definitive’ text)
- http://ingeb.org/songs/barbaraa.html
- [broken link] http://www.contemplator.com/folk2/brballen.html
Both links contain MIDI files of the melody
Bob Blair draws an interesting parallel between ballads and urban legends:
- http://www.geocities.com/~bblair/000224.htm
An excellent page on folk music:
- http://www.contemplator.com/history/epedia.html#child
The complete catalogue of Child ballads:
- http://www.contemplator.com/child/cmpltchl.html
The androcentricity reminds me of Goldsmith’s ‘When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly’:
- http://www.bartleby.com/106/138.html
— Martin
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or perhaps just discovering - many versions leave that bit out, no doubt to strengthen their ‘moral’ ↩
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Kuhn Jimmy · 8 March 2002
This not really a poem but one version of lyrics to a song that is believed to be about 400 years old. In Virginia there are over 20 versions of the song. It’s origins are believed to be in the Annan valley of Scotland. You might contact Black friar’s music store in Edinburgh for more information
Stan Froud · 23 July 2002
Hi,
We learned this song - and its tune - while I was in school in the UK some sixty odd years ago.
I has just popped mysteriously back into my head. I could only recall and sing the first verse.
Odd how the human brain recalls stuff from the way distant past, but loses track of what happened yesterday.
Stan Froud
B1ZzYI3 · 9 August 2002
hi! I am using your website to write a compare and contrast about two different versions of Barbara Allen and i cant quite understand what someof the words mean. if you could hlp me in anyway by writting me back and tellin me what some of those words mean it would be very appreaciated…. Made every youth cry Well-a-day!
And when she drew the curtains by–
And ‘tis a’ for Barbara Allen.” –“O the better for me ye’se never be,Tho your heart’s blood were a-spillin’!.
“O dinna ye mind, young man,” said she,”When the red wine ye were fillin’,That ye made the healths gae round and round,And slighted Barbara Allen?”
“Farewell”, she said, “ye virgins all,And shun the fault I fell in:Henceforward take warning by the fallOf cruel Barbara Allen.”
Stellamozzarella · 23 December 2002
One of my very favorite poems. It seems to ebb and flow. You can barely feel the undertow as it sucks you under. before you realize it, your drowning and death’s knell impales you to the bottom of the sea and you know its your due. the waves crash overhead but your no longer separated. You’ve become a part of it all.
All in all, I’d give it an 85. you can definitely dance to it.
Miriam Brown · 17 December 2003
“When she drew the curtain by” prolly means “drew it aside”.
This song has been haunting me ever since I saw the very funny movie “Best of Show”. In one scene, two gay men who are showing one of their dogs phone home to talk to another dog. One of the men sings the dog its favorite song, a stanza of a version of Barbara Allen: “And from his grave grew a red, red rose, And out of hers, a briar.” Oddly enough the entire song popped back into my mind, from who knows where.
I attended a party recently and sang this song to a small group, engendering much interest!
Wonderful website, BTW.
Miriam
Ray MacLeod · 20 August 2006
This is a song that drew me to folk music as a child. My late mother knew three versions, just as she knew several of the Whistling Gypsy/Black Jack Davy/Raggle Taggle Gypsy ilk.
A few years ago, a (very) young Canadian folk group called The Cotters were stopping shows with a song they called The Briar and the Rose. To me, it sounded like another Barbara Allen/Ellen derivation. The mother of two group members, an old friend from the 60s, insisted not. Does anyone besides me see the similiarities? Know the songs involved?
As for Barbara Allen, I was told in the 1960s at a folk song clinic that there were over 600 known versions, over half of them in America.
Michele Nicely · 3 February 2007
i remember the poem being told to me in this way in london city where i once did roam
thats where i got my learnin
i fell in love with a pretty young lass
her name was barbri allen
i courted her for seven long years
till i could wait no longer
sweet william ….etc etc etc
would love to find that version that my mother had in an old book that has probably turned to dust