Barbara Allen- Cooper (UT) 1952 Hubbard C
[From Hubbard's, Ballads and Songs from Utah, 1961. An excerpt of his notes follows.
R. Mateson 2015]
BARBARA ALLEN
This ballad, which has been widely current in Great Britain and America was published in Ramsay's Tea Table Miscellany 1740, Percy's Reliques, 1765. Child, No. 84, includes several versions and references.
C. Barbara Allen. Sung by Miss Jan Cooper of Ogden, March 10, 1952.
'Twas in the merry month of May,
When all the green buds were swellin',
A young man on his deathbed lay
For want of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to her door,
He sent him to her dwellin':
"My master's sick and he sends for you
If you are Barbara Allen."
O she walked in, O she walked in
And laid her eyes upon him,
And all she said when she got there
was, "My true love, you're dyin'."
"O mother, come and make my bed,
O make it soft and narrow,
For my true love has died today
And I shall die tomorrow."