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Traditional from America, Scotland and Ireland

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Barbara Allen

In Scarlett town where I was born,
There was a fair maid swellin',
Made all the youths cry well-a-day,
Her name was Barbara Allen.

'Twas in the merry month of may,
And the green buds they here swellin'
Young William Green of his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen.

So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came by him,
The only words she say to him
Were "young man I think you're dying".

Oh mother, oh mother, come make my bed,
Make it long and make it narrow,
Sweet William died for me today,
I'll die for him tomorrow.

They buried her in the old church yard,
They buried him beside her,
And in his grave grew to a red rose,
From her grave a green briar.

They grew and they grew very high,
Till they could grow no higher,
And there they twintd in a true love knot,
And the rose grew 'round the briar.

In Scarlett town whre I was born,
There was a fair maid swellin',
Made all the youths cry well-a-day,
Her name was Barbara Allen.

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from Nomadic Book of Folk Songs, released July 10, 2019
Voice and Guitar: Nelson Poblete
Fiddel Violin: Méabh Kennedy

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Nelson Poblete, an author, composer, and performer, has cultural roots in Chilean, Catalan, and British backgrounds. He spent much of his career in Barcelona, winning awards at festivals. He lived in Manchester, playing Irish music in pubs, and performed across Europe. He now resides in Brittany, France. ... more

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