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ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC.
BARBARA ALLEN.
Under this name, the English and Scotch have each a ballad, with their
respective tunes. Both ballads are printed in Percy's Reliques of Ancient
Poetry, and a comparison will shew that there is no similarity in the music.
It has been suggested that for " Scarlet " town, the scene of the ballad,
we should read "Carlisle" town. Some of the later printed copies have
"Reading" town.
In the Douce Collection there is a different ballad under this title, — a New-
castle edition, without date.
Goldsmith, in his third Essay, says, " The music of the finest singer is
dissonance to what I felt when our old dairy-maid sung me into tears with
Johnny Armstrong's Last Good Night, or The Cruelty of Barbara Allen."
A black-letter copy of this ballad, in the Roxburghe Collection, ii. 25, is
entitled " Barbara Allen's Cruelty ; or, The Young Man's Tragedy : With
Barbara Allen's Lamentation for her unkindness to her Lover and herself. To
the tune of Barbara AllenP Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare,
and J. Back.
The following is the version printed by Percy : the tune from tradition, and
scarcely one is better known : —
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et Town, where I was born, Th
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ev'-ry youth cry, Well-a-day ? Her name was Bar - bara Al- len.
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All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin',
Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwellin' ;
You must come to my master dear,
GifF your name be Barbara Allen.
For death is printed on his face,
And o'er his heart is stealin' ;
Then haste away to comfort him,
O lovely Barbara Allen.
Though death be printed on his face,
And o'er his heart is stealin',
Yet little better shall he be
For bonny Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly, she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him ;
And all she said, when there she came,
Young man, I think you're dying.
He turn'd his face unto her straight,
With deadly sorrow sighing ;
O lovely maid, come pity me,
I'm on my death-bed lying.
ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC.
BARBARA ALLEN.
Under this name, the English and Scotch have each a ballad, with their
respective tunes. Both ballads are printed in Percy's Reliques of Ancient
Poetry, and a comparison will shew that there is no similarity in the music.
It has been suggested that for " Scarlet " town, the scene of the ballad,
we should read "Carlisle" town. Some of the later printed copies have
"Reading" town.
In the Douce Collection there is a different ballad under this title, — a New-
castle edition, without date.
Goldsmith, in his third Essay, says, " The music of the finest singer is
dissonance to what I felt when our old dairy-maid sung me into tears with
Johnny Armstrong's Last Good Night, or The Cruelty of Barbara Allen."
A black-letter copy of this ballad, in the Roxburghe Collection, ii. 25, is
entitled " Barbara Allen's Cruelty ; or, The Young Man's Tragedy : With
Barbara Allen's Lamentation for her unkindness to her Lover and herself. To
the tune of Barbara AllenP Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare,
and J. Back.
The following is the version printed by Percy : the tune from tradition, and
scarcely one is better known : —
Slowhi.
»
iir
3
a
— f~* — ^/*
et Town, where I was born, Th
S3
*=*
M
±£
a
In ScarletTow
I
ere was a fair maid dwellin', Made
^fca
i
I
a
-Q
n i n
~ ^0* —
.j S—
r~ — * — = — " — —» r
ev'-ry youth cry, Well-a-day ? Her name was Bar - bara Al- len.
St
All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin',
Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwellin' ;
You must come to my master dear,
GifF your name be Barbara Allen.
For death is printed on his face,
And o'er his heart is stealin' ;
Then haste away to comfort him,
O lovely Barbara Allen.
Though death be printed on his face,
And o'er his heart is stealin',
Yet little better shall he be
For bonny Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly, she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him ;
And all she said, when there she came,
Young man, I think you're dying.
He turn'd his face unto her straight,
With deadly sorrow sighing ;
O lovely maid, come pity me,
I'm on my death-bed lying.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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