The House Carpenter

The House Carpenter

The Ancient Ballads

The House Carpenter

The House Carpenter

by John Fitzsimmons | The American Folk Experience

Child Ballad #243

Well met, well met, my own true love
 Well met, well met, cried he
 I’ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
 And it’s all for the love of thee
 
 O I could have married the king’s daughter dear
 And she would have married me
 But I have refused the crown of gold
 And it’s all for the sake of thee
 
 If you could have married the king’s daughter dear
 I’m sure you are to blame
 For I am married to the house carpenter
 And he is a fine young man
 
 If you’ll forsake your house carpenter
 And come away with me
 I’ll take you to where the grass grows green
 On the banks of the sweet Willie
 
 If I forsake my house carpenter
 And come away with thee
 What have you got to maintain me upon
 And keep me from slavery
 
 I’ve six ships sailing on the salt, salt sea
 A-sailing from dry land
 And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
 Shall be at thy command
 
 She picked up her poor wee babe
 And kisses gave him three
 Saying stay right here with the house carpenter
 And keep him good company
 
 They had not been at sea two weeks
 I’m sure it was not three
 When this poor maid began to weep
 And she wept most bitterly
 
 O do you weep for your gold, he said
 Your houses, your land, or your store?
 Or do you weep for your house carpenter
m That you never shall see anymore
 
 I do not weep for my gold, she said
 My houses, my land or my store
 But I do weep for my poor wee babe
 That I never shall see anymore
 
 They had not been at sea three weeks
 I’m sure it was not four
 When in their ship there sprang a leak
 And she sank to rise no more
 
 What hills, what hills are those, my love
 That are so bright and free
 Those are the hill of Heaven, my love
 But not for you and me
 
 What hills, what hills, are those, my love
 That are so dark and low
 Those are the hills of Hell, my love
 Where you and I must go

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"The Daemon Lover" (Roud 14, Child 243) – also known as "James Harris", "A Warning for Married Women", "The Distressed Ship Carpenter", "James Herries", "The Carpenter’s Wife", "The Banks of Italy", or "The House-Carpenter" – is a popular ballad dating from the mid-seventeenth century,[1] when the earliest known broadside version of the ballad was entered in the Stationers' Register on 21 February 1657.[2][3]

History and different versions

There are a number of different versions of the ballad. In addition to the eight collected by Francis James Child in volume IV of his anthology The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (versions A to H), others can be found in Britain and in the United States, where it remained especially widespread,[4] with hundreds of versions being collected throughout the years,[5] around 250 of them in print.[6] In comparison, only four new variants were recorded in the UK in the time between Child's death in 1896 and the second half of the 1960s, all of them before 1910.[7]

"A Warning for Married Women" (Child A)

The oldest version of the ballad – labeled 243 A in Child's anthology and originally signed with the initials L.P. – is generally attributed to Laurence Price,[8][9][10] a prominent ballad writer of that time.[11] The original, full title of the broadside was "A Warning for Married Women, by the example of Mrs. Jane Renalds, a West-Country woman born neer unto Plymouth, who having plighted her troth to a seaman, was afterwards married to a carpenter, and at last carried away by a spirit, the manner how shall be presently recited".[12] The broadside does not seem to be a recasting of a pre-existing folk ballad in circulation, although it bears some similarities to other ballads, most notably a similarly named "A Warning for Maidens", also known by the title "Bateman's Tragedy" (Roud 22132).[13][14][15]

"A Warning for Married Women"[16] tells the story of Jane Reynolds and her lover James Harris, with whom she exchanged a promise of marriage. He is pressed as a sailor before the wedding takes place and Jane faithfully awaits his return for three years, but when she learns of his death at sea, she agrees to marry a local carpenter. Jane gives birth to three children and for four years the couple lives a happy life.[17] One night, when the carpenter is away, the spirit of James Harris appears. He tries to convince Jane to keep her oath and run away with him. At first she is reluctant to do so, because of her husband and their children, but ultimately she succumbs to the ghost's pleas, letting herself be persuaded by his tales of rejecting the royal daughter's hand and assurance that he has the means to support her – namely, a fleet of seven ships. The pair then leaves England, never to be seen again, and the carpenter commits suicide upon learning that his wife is gone. The broadside ends with a mention that although the children were orphaned, the heavenly powers will provide for them.[18]

"The Distressed Ship Carpenter" (Child B)

Another known version of the ballad, labeled 243 B in Child's anthology and titled ‘The Distressed Ship Carpenter’, comes from the mid-eighteenth century and appears in A Collection of Diverting Songs, Epigrams, & c. and in a chapbook titled The Rambler’s Garland.[19] It is notable for its opening, ‘Well met, well met, my own true love’, which is characteristic of many versions of the ballad, in particular those recorded in America. This variation differs from "A Warning for Married Women". The opening part of the ballad is lost, and so are the names of Jane and James; the text does not mention their former vows either. The former lover appears to be a mortal man, rather than a revenant.[20][21] "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" ends with the eponymous craftsman lamenting and cursing seamen for ruining his life. With the disappearance of the supernatural elements, the story of the ballad became rationalized.[22] These changes may have originated in an oral tradition or, as suggested by John Burrison, there was an intermediary broadside version of the ballad that served as a bridge between "A Warning’" and "The Distressed Ship Carpenter";[23][24] David Atkinson considers a possibility that the changes were made either to avoid any legal troubles with the intellectual property owners of "A Warning"[25] or as a result of a change in broadside format to smaller sheets.[26]

"The Distressed Ship Carpenter" is characterized by a number of common folk touches, possibly indicating that there was an intermediary folk version developed as a result of an oral tradition between this version of the ballad and the original broadside.[27] The story begins in the third act, contains recurring words and phrases and is leaping and lingering, i.e. alternating between rapid and slow unfoldment of the events, at two crucial points: when relating the return of the former lover and the lovers’ confrontation after they board the ship.[28] In doing so, the ballad preserves and focuses on its "emotional core".[29][30]

Scottish and American traditions

"A Warning for Married Women" and "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" seem to have inspired the Scottish and American traditions of the ballad, respectively.[31][32][33] The Scottish versions collected by Child (designated as versions C-G) share a number of elements with Child 243 A not present in Child 243 B – among them a direct reference to former vows and the name of the sailor – but what distinguishes them most is the character of a lover, who regains his supernatural nature. What is especially characteristic of these versions is the introduction of a daemonic presence; in "The Daemon Lover" (Child 243 E, F, G) James Harris is no longer a ghost or a mortal man, but instead is revealed to be a cloven-footed devil.[34][35]

It is generally agreed that copies collected in America (usually titled "The House Carpenter") were derived from "The Distressed Ship Carpenter".[36] There are a number of similarities between these versions – such as the absence of former vows and supernatural elements characteristic of "A Warning" and Scottish versions – and the story presented in them remains essentially the same.[37][38] Some elements taken from the Scottish tradition are present in American variants, for example "hills of heaven, hills of hell" line from Child 243 E, but the influence of "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" is prevalent.[39] The most notable differences when compared to the English and Scottish traditions are their setting (i.e. "the banks of Italy" become "the banks of old Tennessee") and more emphasis being put on the relationship between the mother and the child and their subsequent parting.[40] The American history of the ballad in printed form dates back to the 1850s.[41] Two verses that were printed in Philadelphia (1858; Child included them in his anthology), along with a broadside printed by Andrews of New York (ca. 1857; reissued by De Marsan in 1860) are the earliest known examples of the ballad in the United States, although the oral tradition had already existed there before they were published and it played a predominant role in the spread of the ballad in America.[42][43]

Tune and metre

Referring to broadsides that were already in circulation for the tune was a common habit and so the original broadsides of "A Warning for Married Women" name the tune to which the ballad was to be sung as "The Fair Maid of Bristol", "Bateman", or "John True".[44][45] These three tunes are also identified as "The Lady’s Fall", which was notably the tune for "Bateman’s Tragedy" (Roud 22132) and numerous other early seventeenth-century broadsides, most of which contained themes of "crimes, monstrous births, or warnings of God’s judgement."[46] Later, eighteenth-century copies of "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" carried no tune designation whatsoever.[47] "A Warning for Married Women" and "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" were printed respectively in 32 four-line stanzas (in ballad metre) and 13 to 14 four-line stanzas (in long measure, described by Atkinson as “slightly awkward” at times).[48]

Themes

"A Warning for Married Women" addresses the themes of marriage, unfaithfulness and bigamy.[49] David Atkinson writes that it can be seen as "a reinforcement of prevailing patriarchal family relationships."[50] Barbara Fass Leavy describes Jane Reynolds as a "cautionary example" of what happens "when women abandon their responsibilities in order to pursue their own pleasures."[51] The theme of materialism is prevalent throughout the different versions,[52][53] as the wife usually remains concerned whether her lover will be able to maintain her.[54] Likewise, he uses promises of prosperity as a way to seduce her.[55] Leavy also suggests a different reading of the ballad, in which it is her marriage with a carpenter, rather than her decision to flee with the former lover, that can be considered an act of infidelity.[56] Atkinson describes the original broadside as "the preservation of outmoded ways of thinking within the canon of popular literature."[57] In accordance with the ecclesiastical law of early seventeenth-century England, a mutual promise of marriage was enough to make the couple husband and wife and was considered binding in the eyes of God. As a result, breaking such a promise would make any subsequent marriage invalid and invite divine punishment.[58] The ballad therefore employs "popular theology to reinforce [its] emphasis on fidelity in marriage."[59] The broadside may be read as encouraging faithfulness to the person with whom the original pre-marriage vows were exchanged and warning against divine punishment for breaking the oath.[60]

The changes resulting from the recasting of "A Warning for Married Women" as "The Distressed Ship Carpenter" can be seen as the reflection of "a genuine, if quite gradual, change in social and judicial attitudes in early modern England." The revenant becomes a former lover and crime and punishment take the place of sin and retribution.[61] The theme of sin becomes notable once again in the Scottish "Demon Lover" tradition (notably Child D-G), which establishes that the former lover is the devil who "came to carry off the unfaithful girl to the hills of hell."[62] The imagery of the "hills of heaven and hell" is present in some of the variants collected in America.[63] Alan Lomax describes the ballad as a reinforcement of the Calvinist sexual morality.[64]

The ballad also touches on the issues of class relations. According to Dave Harker, "A Warning for Married Women" questions the responsibilities of young women "of worthy birth and fame".[65] In her reading of the ballad, Leavy mentions the binary opposition between the husband and the lover and two modes of existence they represent; the mundane life and domestic ties of the artisan and the life of adventure and freedom of the seaman.[66]

Many supernatural ballads mention fictional or remote places as locations.[67] In multiple variants of the ballad, James Harris promises to take his lover to "the banks of Italie",[68] which is a real, but sufficiently far-off place to serve as the final destination for an unfaithful wife and her supernatural lover.[69] In other versions, the banks of Italy turn into, for example, the banks of Tennessee (in this version the destination becomes a familiar place to return to),[70] various generalizations ("deep blue sea", "salt water sea") or abstractions ("isle of sweet liberty", "banks of sweet relief").[71]

Traditional recordings

The ballad was collected and recorded many times in the Appalachian Mountains; Clarence Ashley recorded a version with a banjo accompaniment in 1930,[72] Texas Gladden had two versions recorded in 1932 and 1946,[73][74] whilst Sarah Ogan Gunning sang a version in 1974.[75] Jean Ritchie sang her family's version of the ballad twice, one of those times recorded by Alan Lomax,[76][77] now available online courtesy of the Alan Lomax archive.[78] The song was also popular elsewhere in the United States; Ozark singer Almeda Riddle sang another traditional version in 1964,[79] and folklorist Max Hunter recorded several Ozark versions which are available on the online Max Hunter Folk Collection.[80][81][82][83]

Canadian folklorists Edith Fowke, Kenneth Peacock and Helen Creighton each recorded a different "House Carpenter" variant in Canada in the 1950s and 60s.[84][85][86]

The song appears to have been largely forgotten in Britain and Ireland, but a fragmentary version, sung by Andrew Stewart of Blairgowrie, Perthshire, Scotland, and learned from his mother, was recorded by Hamish Henderson in 1955,[87] and can be heard on the Tobar an Dualchais website.[88] A variant performed by Frank Browne in Bellanagare, Co. Roscommon, Ireland, was also recorded in 1975 by Hugh Shields.

Versions of the song, under its several titles, have been recorded by:

In literature

Elizabeth Bowen's 1945 short story "The Demon Lover" uses the ballad's central conceit for a narrative of ghostly return in wartime London.

Shirley Jackson's collection The Lottery and Other Stories includes "The Daemon Lover", a story about a woman searching for her mysterious fiancé named James Harris.

In Grady Hendrix’s 2020 novel The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, the main antagonist is a vampire named James Harris as a way to pay ode to the ballad.[citation needed]

In classical music

Hamish MacCunn's 1887 concert overture The Ship o' the Fiend is based on the ballad.[92]

Footnotes

  1. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 206.
  2. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  3. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 206.
  4. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 65.
  5. ^ Gardner-Medwin 1971, p. 415.
  6. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  7. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 274-75.
  8. ^ Harker 1992, p. 300.
  9. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  10. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 206.
  11. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  12. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 592.
  13. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 207.
  14. ^ Atkinson 1989, pp. 598-602.
  15. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 272.
  16. ^ Child 1904, pp. 543-46.
  17. ^ Child 1904, pp. 543-44, stanzas 1-14.
  18. ^ Child 1904, pp. 543-44, stanzas 15-32.
  19. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 207.
  20. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 208.
  21. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 605.
  22. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 208.
  23. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 272-73.
  24. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 65.
  25. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 209.
  26. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 208-9.
  27. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 272-73.
  28. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  29. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  30. ^ Coffin 1963, p. 300.
  31. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 209-10.
  32. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 596.
  33. ^ Atkinson 2004, p. 483, fn. 92.
  34. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 209-10.
  35. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 596.
  36. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 210-11.
  37. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 209-10.
  38. ^ Hyman 1957, p. 236.
  39. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 211.
  40. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 210-11.
  41. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 210.
  42. ^ Burrison 1967, pp. 273-74.
  43. ^ Gardner-Medwin 1971, p. 415.
  44. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 209.
  45. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 606.
  46. ^ Simpson 1966, p. 369.
  47. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 209.
  48. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, pp. 207-8.
  49. ^ Harker 1992, p. 332.
  50. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 599.
  51. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 66.
  52. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 599.
  53. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 69.
  54. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 69.
  55. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 69.
  56. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 66.
  57. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 207.
  58. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 602.
  59. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 6024.
  60. ^ Atkinson 1989, p. 600.
  61. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 208.
  62. ^ Burrison 1967, p. 273.
  63. ^ Atkinson and Roud 2014, p. 2011.
  64. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 65.
  65. ^ Harker 1992, p. 333.
  66. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 67.
  67. ^ Richmond 1946, p. 263.
  68. ^ Richmond 1946, p. 263.
  69. ^ Atkinson 2009, p. 256.
  70. ^ Leavy 1994, p. 71.
  71. ^ Richmond 1946, p. 267.
  72. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S400766)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2021-01-18.
  73. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S445415)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  74. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S238200)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  75. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S148217)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  76. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S208656)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  77. ^ "My Little Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S341765)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  78. ^ "Alan Lomax Archive". research.culturalequity.org. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  79. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S301879)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-09.
  80. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  81. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  82. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  83. ^ "Song Information". maxhunter.missouristate.edu. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  84. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S148209)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  85. ^ "The House Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S272948)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  86. ^ "The Young Ship's Carpenter (Roud Folksong Index S383645)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  87. ^ "The Demon Lover (Roud Folksong Index S430491)". The Vaughan Williams Memorial Library. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  88. ^ "Tobar an Dualchais Kist O Riches". www.tobarandualchais.co.uk. Retrieved 2020-11-10.
  89. ^ Solo album: Abocurragh, Andy Irvine AK-3, 2010.
  90. ^ "House Carpenter".
  91. ^ Combined from several sources including: Webster's New Universal Unabridged Dictionary, 1996 by Barnes & Noble Books, and Concise Oxford Dictionary - 10th Edition by Oxford University Press.
  92. ^ Purser, John (1995). "The Ship o' the Fiend". Hyperion Records. Retrieved 2021-02-23.

References

    Source: Mainly Norfolk

    The Demon Lover / The House Carpenter

    Roud 14 ; Child 243 ; G/D 2:332 ; Ballad Index C243 ; trad.]

    A.L. Lloyd sang The Demon Lover in 1956 on his and Ewan MacColl’s Riverside anthology The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume IV. Like all of his recordings from this series it was reissued in 2011 on his Fellside CD Bramble Briars and Beams of the Sun. He recorded this ballad again in 1964 on his and Ewan MacColl’s Topic album English and Scottish Folk Ballads. This track is also on the expanded CD reissue of 1996 and on the compilation Classic A.L. Lloyd. Lloyd commented in the album notes:

    In the 17th century a very popular ballad was printed by several broadside publishers, entitled: A Warning for Married Women, being an example of Mrs Jane Reynolds (a West-country woman), born near Plymouth, who, having plighted her troth to a Seaman, was afterwards married to a Carpenter, and at last carried away by a Spirit, the manner how shall be presently recited. To a West-country tune called The Fair Maid of BristolBateman, or John True. Samuel Pepys had this one in his collection also. It was a longish ballad (32 verses) but a very poor composition made by some hack poet. Perhaps the doggerel writer made his version on the basis of a fine ballad already current among folk singers. Or perhaps the folk singers took the printed song and in the course of passing it from mouth to mouth over the years and across the shires they re-shaped it into something of pride, dignity and terror. Whatever the case, the ballad has come down to us in far more handsome form than Pepys had it. Though very rarely met with nowadays, it was formerly well-known in Scotland as well as in England. For instance, Walter Scott included a good version in his Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border (1812 edn.). Generally the Scottish texts are better than the English ones, none of which tell the full story (we have filled out our version by borrowing some stanzas from Scottish sets of the ballad), but none of the Scottish tunes for it are as good those found in the South and West of England. Our present tune was noted by H. E. D. Hammond from Mrs Russell of Upway, near Dorchester, Dorset, in 1907. Cecil Sharp considered it “one of the finest Dorian airs” he had seen. Dr Vaughan Williams made a splendid choral setting of the opening verses of this ballad, which he called The Lover’s Ghost.

    The Watson Family sang this song as The House Carpenter in 1963 on their Folkways album The Doc Watson Family and Hedy West sang it on her 1966 Topic album of Appalachian Ballads, Pretty Saro. She commented in the sleeve notes:

    This is the commonest collected version of The Demon Lover (James Harris) in the United States. The oldest known printed version is entitled A Warning for Married Women in which the “heroine” is identified as Mrs. Jane Reynolds, born near Plymouth. The date of the broadside is 1685. A.L. Lloyd says it was almost surely in oral tradition long before that. In the original British forms the returning lover was a ghost who wreaks a terrible revenge on the girl who wouldn’t be faithful to his memory. This is on of the first songs Grandma and [grand uncle] Gus remember hearing their mother sing.

    Sweeney’s Men sang The House Carpenter in 1968 on their eponymous first Transatlantic album, Sweeney’s Men.

    LaRena Clark sang The House Carpenter in 1969 on her Topic album A Canadian Garland: Folksongs from the Province of Ontario.

    Pentangle sang The House Carpenter in 1969 on their third Transatlantic album, Basket of Light.

    Cyril Tawney sang The Carpenter’s Wife in 1969 on his Polydor album The Outlandish Knight: Traditional Ballads from Devon and Cornwall.

    Steeleye Span recorded Demon Lover in 1975 with quite different but related verses for their seventh album, Commoners Crown.

    The Wassailers sang The Demon Lover in 1978 on their Fellside album Wassailers.

    Peter Bellamy sang this song as The Housecarpenter on his 1979 album Both Sides Then. He commented on his sources:

    This version learned from a recording of the Watson family of Deep Gap, North Carolina, with additional verses from a forgotten source.

    Nic Jones sang Demon Lover in a live performance from the late 1960s that was included in 2006 on his Topic CD Game Set Match.

    Brian Peters sang The Demon Lover in 1985 on his Fellside album Persistence of Memory and in 2008 on his album of Child ballads, Songs of Trial and Triumph.

    Ed Rennie sang Little House Carpenter in 2004 on his Fellside CD Narrative.

    Martin Simpson sang The House Carpenter in 2005 on his Topic album Kind Letters.

    Emily Portman sang The Demon Lover in ca. 2005 as the title track of The Devil’s Interval’s EP At Our Next Meeting, and in 2014 on The Furrow Collective’s album At Our Next Meeting. She commented in the latter’s sleeve notes:

    A.L. Lloyd gives me goose bumps in his version of this 17th century ballad. I’ve since heard many beguiling variants but I always return to this one for its poetic turns of phrase and eerie tune (collected from Mrs Russell of Upway, Dorset). It may have started out as a moral tale but I like the ambiguity of this retelling.

    This video shows The Furrow Collective at The Glad Cafe in Glasgow on February 22, 2014:

    Cara recorded The House Carpenter for their 2007 album In Between Times and on their 2008 DVD In Full Swing—Live. They comment in their sleeve notes:

    This is a haunting version of an old ballad which has been done by many singers including Bob Dylan. It is also called James Harris or The Demon Lover (Child coll. #243) and dates back to a song by London-based ballad writer Laurence Price in 1657. The original title was A Warning for Married Women and is based on the story of Mrs. Jane Reynolds, “a West-Country Woman, born near Plymouth; who having plighted her troth to a Sea-man, was afterwards Married to a Carpenter, and last carried away by a Spirit…” It has everything a good ballad needs: a lovely lady, a husband, a lover, ships, heartbreak, death and the devil—what more can you ask for? Sandra found this version on an album by Mick McAuley.

    Frankie Armstrong sang Demon Lover on her 2008 Fellside CD Encouragement.

    Alasdair Roberts sang The Daemon Lover in 2010 on his CD Too Long in This Condition.

    Jon Boden sang The House Carpenter as the May 22, 2011 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day. He noted in his blog:

    Learnt this recently—I’m a bit torn whether to use the ‘sinking’ verse or not as I quite like the ‘what hills’ verses being more abstract—more like he’s an actual demon taking her directly to Hell. I’ve left it in for now though.

    Lyrics

    A.L. Lloyd sings The Demon Lover Steeleye Span’s Demon Lover
    “Well met, well met, my own true love,
    Long time I have been absent from thee.
    I am lately come from the salt sea
    And it’s all for the sake, my love, of thee.”“I have three ships all on the sea
    And by one of them has brought me to land.
    I’ve four and twenty seamen on board
    And you shall have music at your command.”

    She says, “I am now wed to a ship’s carpenter,
    To a ship carpenter I am bound.
    And I wouldn’t leave my husband dear
    For twice the sum of ten hundred pound.”

    “Well I might have a king’s daughter,
    And fain she would have married me.
    But I forsook her crown of gold
    And it was all for the sake, my love, of thee.”

    “So I pray you leave your husband, dear,
    And sail away with me.
    And I’ll take you where the white lilies grow
    All on the banks of Italy.”

    “And this ship wherein my love shall sail
    Is wondrous to behold.
    The sails shall be of shining silk
    And the mast shall be of red beaten gold.”

    So she dressed herself in her gay clothing
    Most glorious to behold,
    And as she trod the salt water’s side
    Oh she shone like glittering gold.

    They hadn’t sailed a day and a day
    And a day but barely three,
    She cast herself down on the deck
    And she wept and wailed most bitterly.

    “Oh hold your tongue, my dearest dear,
    Let all your sorrows be.
    I’ll take you where the white lilies grow
    All on the bottom of the sea.”

    And as she turned herself roundabout,
    So tall and tall he seemed to be,
    Until the tops of that gallant ship
    No taller were than he.

    And he struck the topmast with his hand,
    The main mast with his knee,
    And he broke that shining ship in two
    And he dashed it into the bottom of the sea.

    “Where have you been, my long lost love,
    This seven long years and more?”
    “Seeking gold for thee, my love,
    And riches of great store.”“I might have married a king’s daughter
    Far, far beyond the sea.
    But I refused the golden crown
    All for the love of thee.”

    “What have you to keep me with
    If I with you should go?
    If I forsake my husband dear
    And my young son also?”

    Chorus:
    >𝄆 I’ll show you where the white lilies grow
    On the banks of Italy,
    I’ll show you where the white fishes swim
    At the bottom of the sea. 𝄇

    “Seven ships all on the sea,
    The eighth brought me to land,
    With four and twenty mariners
    And music on every hand.”

    She set her foot upon the ship,
    No mariners could behold.
    The sails were of the shining silk,
    The masts of beaten gold.

    Chorus

    “What are yon high, high hills
    The sun shines sweetly in?”
    “Those are the hills of heaven, my love,
    Where you will never win.”

    Chorus

    “What is that mountain yonder there
    Where evil winds do blow?”
    “Yonder’s the mountain of hell,” he cried,
    “Where you and I must go.”

    He took her up to the top mast high
    To see what he could see.
    He sunk the ship in a flash of fire
    To the bottom of the sea.

    Chorus

    Peter Bellamy sings The Housecarpenter Jon Boden sings The House Carpenter
    “Well met, well met, my own true love,
    Well met, well met,” says he,
    “I’ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
    And it’s all for the love of thee.”
    “Well met, well met, my own true love,
    Well met, well met,” cried he,
    “I’ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
    And it’s all for the love of thee.
    “So come in, come in, oh my own true love,
    And have a seat with me.
    It’s been three-fourths of a long long year
    Since together we have been.”
    “Oh I can’t come in nor I won’t sit down,
    For I have but a moment’s time.
    For they say you are married to a house carpenter
    So your heart would never be mine.
    “And yet I could have married some king’s daughter fair,
    And she would have married me,
    But I forsaked her crowns of gold
    And it’s all for the love of thee.
    “Oh I could have married the king’s daughter dear
    And she would have married me,
    But I have refused the crown of gold
    And it’s all for the love of thee.”
    “If you could have married the king’s daughter dear
    I’m sure you are to blame,
    For I am married to the house carpenter
    And he is a fine young man.”
    “So it’s won’t you forsake on your house carpenter
    And come along with me?
    I’ll take you where the grass grows green
    On the banks of Italy.”
    “Oh, if you’ll forsake your house carpenter
    And come along with me,
    I’ll take you to where the grass grows green
    On the banks of Italy.”
    “If I forsake my house carpenter
    And come along with thee,
    Oh, what have you got to maintain me upon
    And to keep me from slavery?”
    “Oh, I’ve six ships sailing on the salt sea,
    A-sailing from dry land,
    And a hundred and twenty jolly young men
    Shall be at your command.”
    So she’s lifted up her little young son
    And kisses she’s gave it three, saying,
    “Stay right here my darling little babe
    And keep your papa company.”
    She picked up her poor wee babe
    And kisses she gave him three,
    Saying, “Stay right here with the house carpenter
    And keep him company.”
    Oh, she picked up her poor wee babe
    And kisses she gave him three,
    Saying, “Stay right here with the house carpenter
    And keep him company.”
    Now they’d not been on board above two weeks,
    I’m sure it was not three,
    When his true love began to weep and moan
    And she wept most bitterly.
    They had not been two weeks at sea,
    I’m sure it was not three,
    When this poor maid began to weep
    And she wept most bitterly.
    “Are you weeping for your silver and your gold?
    Are you weeping for your store?
    Or are you weeping for your house carpenter
    Whose face you’ll never see no more?”
    “Oh do you weep for your gold,” he said,
    “Your houses, your land, or your store?
    Or do you weep for your house carpenter
    That you never shall see no more?”
    Oh, a curse, a curse on the sailor she cried,
    Yes a curse, a curse she swore,
    “You’ve robbed me of my little young son
    So I never shall see him no more!”
    “I do not weep for my gold,” she said,
    “My houses, my land, or my store.
    But I do weep for my poor wee babe
    That I shall never see more.”
    They had not been three weeks at sea,
    I’m sure it was not four,
    When in their ship there sprang a leak
    And she sank to the ocean floor.
    “Oh what hills, what hills art those, my love,
    Those hills that shine like gold?”
    “Those are the hill of Heaven, my love,
    Where you and I can’t go.”
    “What hills, what hills are those, my love,
    That are so bright and free?”
    “Oh, those are the hill of Heaven, my love,
    But they’re not for you and me.”
    “And what hills, what hills art those, my love,
    Those hills so dark and cold?”
    “Those are the hill of Hell, my love,
    Where you and I must go.”
    “What hills, what hills, are those, my love,
    That are so dark and low?”
    “Oh, those are the hills of Hell, my love,
    Where you and I must go.”
    Now they’d not been on board above three weeks,
    I’m sure it was not four,
    Before there came a leak in the ship
    And she sunk and the never rose more.

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    Sayin’, “Daddy don’t you know I can fly to the moon;
    I’m gonna bring you back some stars.
    And after that I’m gonna save the world”
    Cause I’m superman today.”
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    And this is what I say:

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    Braes of Yarrow

    Braes of Yarrow

    The Ancient Ballads

    Braes of Yarrow

    Braes of Yarrow

    by John Fitzsimmons | The American Folk Experience

    (Child Ballad #14)

    ‘I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
    That fills my heart wi sorrow;
    I dreamed I was pouing the heather green
    Upon the braes of Yarrow.

    ‘O true-love mine, stay still and dine,
    As ye ha done before, O;’
    ‘O I’ll be home by hours nine,
    From the braes of Yarrow.’

    I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
    That fills my heart wi sorrow;
    I dreamed my love came headless hame,
    Fromthe braes of Yarrow!

    ‘O true-love mine, stay still and dine,
    As ye ha done before, O;’
    ‘O I’ll be home by hours nine,
    From the braes of Yarrow.’

    ‘O are ye going to hawke‘ she says, 
    ‘As ye ha done before, O?
    Or are ye going to wield your brand,
    Upon the braes of Yarrow?’

    ‘O I am not going to hawke,’ he says,
    ‘As I have done before, O,
    But for to meet your brother Jhon,
    Upon the braes of Yarrow,

    As he went down yon dowy den,
    Sorrow went him before, O;
    Nine well-built  men lay waiting him,
    Upon the braes of Yarrow.

    ‘I have your sister to my wife,
    ‘Ye’ think me an unmeet  marrow;
    But yet one foot will I never flee
    Now frae the braes of Yarrow.’

    ‘Than’ four he killd and five did wound,
    That was an unmeet marrow!
    ‘And he had weel nigh wan the day
    Upon the braes of Yarrow.’

    ‘Bot’ a cowardly ‘loon‘ came him behind, (10)
    Our Lady lend him sorrow!
    And wi a rappier pierced his heart,
    And laid him low on Yarrow.

    ‘Now Douglas’ to his sister’s gane,
    Wi meikle dule and sorrow:
    ‘Gae to your luve, sister,’ he says,
    ‘He’s sleeping sound on Yarrow.’

    As she went down yon dowy den,
    Sorrow went her before, O;
    She saw her true-love lying slain
    Upon the braes of Yarrow.

    ‘She swoond thrice upon his breist
    That was her dearest marrow;
    Said, Ever alace and wae the day
    Thou wentst frae me to Yarrow!’

    She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,
    As she had done before, O ;
    She ‘wiped’ the blood that trickled doun
    Upon the braes of Yarrow.

    Her hair it was three quarters lang, 
    It hang baith side and yellow;
    She tied it round ‘Her’ white hause-bane,
    ‘And tint her life on Yarrow.’

     

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    The Dowie Dens o Yarrow (1860), by Joseph Noel Paton

    "The Dowie Dens o Yarrow", also known as "The Braes of Yarrow" or simply "Yarrow", is a Scottish border ballad (Roud 13, Child 214). It has many variants (Child collected at least 19) and it has been printed as a broadside, as well as published in song collections. It is considered to be a folk standard, and many different singers have performed and recorded it.

    Synopsis

    The song describes an unequal conflict between a group of men and one man, concerning a lady. This takes place in the vicinity of Yarrow. The one man succeeds in overcoming nearly all his opponents but is finally defeated by (usually) the last one of them.

    In some versions, the lady (who is not usually named) rejects a number (often nine) wealthy suitors, in preference for a servant or ploughman. The nine make a pact to kill the other man and they ambush him in the "Dens of Yarrow".

    There lived a lady in the West,
    I neer could find her marrow;
    She was courted by nine gentlemen
    And a ploughboy-lad in Yarrow.
    These nine sat drinking at the wine,
    Sat drinking wine in Yarrow;
    They made a vow among themselves
    To fight for her in Yarrow.[1]

    In some versions it is unclear who the nine (or other number of men) are; in others, they are brothers or are men sent by the lady's father.[2] In the ensuing fight, eight of the attackers are generally killed or wounded, but the ninth (often identified as the lady's brother, John or Douglas) fatally wounds the victim of the plot, usually by running him through with a sword and often by a cowardly blow, delivered from behind.

    Four he hurt, an five he slew,
    Till down it fell himsell O;
    There stood a fause lord him behin,
    Who thrust his body thorrow.[3]

    The lady may see the events in a dream, either before or after they take place and usually has some sort of dialogue with her father about the merits of the man who has been ambushed and killed.

    "O hold your tongue, my daughter dear,
    An tak it not in sorrow;
    I’ll wed you wi as good a lord
    As you’ve lost this day in Yarrow."
    "O haud your tongue, my father dear,
    An wed your sons wi sorrow;
    For a fairer flower neer sprang in May nor June
    Nor I’ve lost this day in Yarrow."[4]

    Some versions of the song end with the lady grieving: in others she dies of grief.[5]

    Commentary

    Dowie is Scots and Northumbrian English for sad, dismal, dull or dispirited ,[6][7] den Scots and Northumbrian for a narrow wooded valley.[8][7]

    The ballad has some similarities with the folk song "Bruton Town" (or "The Bramble Briar"). This song contains a similar murderous plot, usually by a group of brothers, and directed against a servant who has fallen in love with their sister. It also includes the motif, present in some versions of "The Dowie Dens o Yarrow", of the woman dreaming of her murdered lover before discovering the truth of the plot. However, the rhythmical structure of the two songs is quite different and there is no obvious borrowing of phraseology between them.[9]

    Historical background

    The song is closely associated with the geographical area of the valley of the Yarrow Water that extends through the Scottish borders towards Selkirk. Almost all versions refer to this location, perhaps because the rhyming scheme for multiple verses, in most versions, relies on words which more or less rhyme with "Yarrow": "marrow", "morrow", "sorrow", "thorough", "narrow", "arrow" and "yellow" for example.

    The song is believed to be based on an actual incident. The hero of the ballad was a knight of great bravery, popularly believed to be John Scott, sixth son of the Laird of Harden. According to history, he met a treacherous and untimely death in Ettrick Forest at the hands of his kin, the Scotts of Gilmanscleugh in the seventeenth century.[10] However, recent scholars are sceptical about this story as the origin of the song.[11]

    Cultural relationships

    Standard references

    Broadsides

    There are several broadside versions:

    • National Library of Scotland, reference RB.m.143(120)[13]

    Textual variants

    There are numerous versions of the ballad. Child recorded at least 19, the earliest of which was taken from Walter Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border (1803).[14] However, the song is much older: William Hamilton of Bangour wrote a poem called "The Braes of Yarrow" which has some basis in the ballad. It appears in a collection of his poems first published in Edinburgh in 1724.[citation needed] It is said to be "written in imitation of an old Scottish ballad on a similar subject".[15][16] There are also American versions which go under the corrupted title of "Derry Dens of Arrow."[17] The ballad has also been linked to the American folk song "The Wayfaring Stranger," but there is little solid evidence for any relationship between them.

    Non-English variants

    Child points out the similarity with "Herr Helmer", a Scandinavian ballad (TSB D 78; SMB 82; DgF 415; NMB 84). In this, Helmer marries a woman whose family are in a state of feud with him because of the unavenged killing of her uncle. Helmer meets his seven brothers-in-law and a fight ensues. He kills six, but spares the seventh who treacherously kills him.[18]


    Recordings

    Album/Single Performer Year Variant Notes
    The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Volume III Ewan MacColl & A. L. Lloyd 1956 MacColl's version is taken from the singing of his father
    Carolyn Hester Carolyn Hester 1961
    Strings and Things The Corries 1970
    Stargazer Shelagh McDonald 1971
    Moonshine (Bert Jansch album) Bert Jansch 1973
    As I Went Over Blackwater Mick Hanly 1980
    Open the Door (Pentangle album) pentangle 1985 The Voice of the People: O'er His Grave the Grass Grew Green John Macdonald 1988
    The Voice of the People: It Fell Upon a Bonny Summer's Day Willie Scott 1988
    And So It Goes Steve Tilston 1995
    Outlaws and Dreamers Dick Gaughan 2001 Variant of Child 214S
    The Mountain Announces Scatter 2006
    Fairest Floo'er Karine Polwart 2007
    The Voice of the People: Good People Take Warning Mary Anne Stewart 2012
    Fall Away Blues Red Tail Ring 2016 "Yarrow"
    The Back Roads The Back Roads 2016 "Yarrow"

    Musical variants

    The following is the tune as sung by Ewan MacColl:

    Scottish composer Hamish MacCunn composed an orchestral ballad of the same title.


    References

    1. ^ Child version 214Q
    2. ^ Child version 214J
    3. ^ Child version 214I
    4. ^ Child version 214B
    5. ^ Child version 214D
    6. ^ Robinson, Mairi (1985). The Concise Scots Dictionary. Aberdeen: Aberdeen University Press. p. 158. ISBN 0-08-028492-2.
    7. ^ a b Richard Oliver Heslop Northumberland Words. London: for the English Dialect Society (Publications; vol. 28) by Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Co., 1892
    8. ^ Robinson, Mairi (1985). The Concise Scots Dictionary. Aberdeen: Aberdeen University Press. p. 141. ISBN 0-08-028492-2.
    9. ^ "The Bramble Briar" published in R. Vaughan Williams & A. L. Lloyd: The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, Penguin Books, 1959
    10. ^ Scott, Sir Walter. "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border". www.humanitiesweb.org. Vol. II. Retrieved 12 July 2007.
    11. ^ A. L. Lloyd: Folk Song in England, Paladin, 1975. p. 129
    12. ^ Gordon Hall Gerould: Old English and Medieval Literature, Ayer Publishing, 1970. ISBN 0-8369-5312-6. p360
    13. ^ National Library of Scotland
    14. ^ Francis James Child: The English and Scottish Popular Ballads; Vol. IV, p. 160
    15. ^ Thomas Percy: Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: Consisting of Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, Edinburgh: James Nichol, 1858; p. 294
    16. ^ William Hamilton: The Poems and Songs of William Hamilton of Bangour, Edinburgh, 1850
    17. ^ "Derry Dens of Arrow". Bluegrass Messengers.
    18. ^ Child p.164

      Source: Mainly Norfolk

      The Dowie Dens of Yarrow

      Roud 13 ; Child 214 ; G/D 2:215 ; Ballad Index C214 ; trad.]

      The Border Ballad The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow was in the repertoire of many traditional and revival singers:

      Jimmy McBeath sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow on November 14, 1953 in a recording by Alan Lomax that was released in 2002 on his Rounder Records anthology Tramps and Hawkers.

      Ewan MacColl sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow in 1956 on his and A.L. Lloyd’s Riverside anthology The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (The Child Ballads) Volume III. This and 28 other ballads from this series were reissued in 2009 on MacColl’s Topic CD Ballads: Murder·Intrigue·Love·Discord. Kenneth S. Goldstein commented in the album’s booklet:

      Child printed nineteen texts of this beautiful Scottish tragic ballad, the oldest dating from the 18th century. Sir Walter Scott, who first published it in his Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border (1803), believed that the ballad referred to a duel fought at the beginning of the 17th century between John Scott of Tushielaw and Walter Scott of Thirlestane in which the latter was slain. Child pointed out inaccuracies in this theory but tended to give credence to the possibility that the ballad did refer to an actual occurrence in Scott family history that was not too far removed from that of the ballad tale.

      In a recent article, Norman Cazden discussed various social and historical implications of this ballad (and its relationship to Child 215, Rare Willie Drowned in Yarrow), as well as deriding Scott’s theories as to its origin.

      The ballad still exists in tradition in Scotland. It has been reported rarely in America, a fine text having been collected in New York State.

      Davie Stewart sang The Dowie Dens of Yarrow in a recording by Hamish Henderson in 1954/55 or 1962 that was released in 1978 on his eponymous Topic LPDavie Stewart. Another recording by Alan Lomax in London in 1957 was included in 2002 on Stewart’s Rounder Records CD Go On, Sing Another Song. One of these two versions was also included on the anthology The Child Ballads 2 (The Folk Songs of Britain Volume 5; Caedmon 1961; Topic 1968).

      Belle Stewart sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow on the 1965 Topic record The Stewarts of Blair. This track was included in 1966 on the Topic Sampler No 5, A Prospect of Scotland.

      Gordeanna McCulloch sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow in 1965 on the Topic album New Voices from Scotland. This track was included in 1997 on the Fellside CD reissue of her Topic album Sheath and Knife. and in 2009 on Topic 70th anniversary anthology Three Score and Ten.

      Isla Cameron sang Yarrow in 1966 on her eponymous Transatlantic album Isla Cameron.

      Willie Scott sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow on November 3, 1967 in a recording by Bill Leader that was released on his 1968 Topic record The Shepherd’s Song. This track was included in 1998 on the Topic anthology It Fell on a Day, a Bonny Summer Day (The Voice of the People Series Volume 17).

      Shelagh McDonald sang Dowie Dens of Yarrow in 1971 on her second and last album, Stargazer.

      John MacDonald sang The Dewie Dens o’ Yarrow in November 1974 in a recording by Tony Engle and Tony Russell that was released on his 1975 Topic recordThe Singing Molecatcher of Morayshire. This track was included in 1998 on the Topic anthology O’er His Grave the Grass Grew Green (The Voice of the People Series Volume 3).

      Bob Davenport and The Rakes sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow in 1977 on their Topic LP 1977. He learned this song from the singing of Davie Stewart.

      Paul and Linda Adams sang The Dowie Dens of Yarrow in 1978 on their Fellside album Among the Old Familiar Mountains.

      Jane Turriff of Mintlaw, Aberdeenshire, sang Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow in a 1979 recording made by Peter Cooke on her 1996 Springthyme album Singing Is Ma Life. This track was also included in 2000 on the EFDSS anthology Root & Branch 2: Everybody Swings. The original album’s notes commented:

      The Yarrow valley runs from the Border hills south of Edinburgh to join the river Tweed near Selkirk. Although this is a genuine Border Ballad, James Duncan calls it “unquestionably the most widely known of our old ballads in the North East.” Greig-Duncan has eleven texts, none with Jane’s distinctive opening verse. There is much similarity, however, when it comes to the combat verses. It is not clear in Jane’s version who the murderer is, but she has her own ideas: Jane: He wis goin for them aa, bit een o them came at him fae the back. It must have been his brither-in-law.

      On one occasion, Jane sang this song to a different melody, unusual for a traditional singer and she sometimes begins with two extra verses which do help clarify the motive. These lines also appear as verses two and three in Agnes Lyle of Kilbarchan’s version, noted by William Motherwell in 1825 (Child C). Tennies Bank probably refers the Tinnis Burn near Newcastleton in the Scottish borders.

      Alison McMorland and Peta Webb sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow in 1980 on their Topic LP Alison McMorland & Peta Webb.

      Gary and Vera Aspey sang The Dowie Dens of Yarrow, “a Scottish traditional song which happens to be a great favourite of ours”, in 1979 on their Topic albumSeeing Double.

      Iain MacGillivray sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow in 1986 on his Fellside album Rolling Home.

      Heather Heywood sang The Dowie Dens of Yarrow in 1993 on her Greentrax CD By Yon Castle Wa’.

      Steve Tilston sang The Dowie Dens of Yarrow on his 1995 album And So It Goes….

      Elspeth Cowie sang Dowie Dens of Yarrow in 1998 on Chantan’s Culburnie CD Primary Colours.

      Janet Russell sang Dowie Dens of Yarrow in 1998 on the Fellside CD Fyre and Sworde: Songs of the Border Reivers. The album’s sleeve notes commented:

      Arguably one of the finest of the Border Ballads. In simple terms the theme is Romeo and Juliet. This fits conveniently with the reiving theme of two families is dispute. It also deals with the theme of the girl courting beneath her station in life. Whatever, the young man is clearly regarded as unsuitable by the girl’s family. As with many of the songs with no clear historical connection attempts have been made to give the song a real-life background. A version of the song collected from one William Walsh, a Peebleshire cottar and poet has as its opening line, “At Dryhope lived a lady fair”. This has led to the theory that the lady was the daughter of Scott of Dryhope, a notorious Reiver. Whether or not it has an historical basis becomes less significant against the overwhelming tragedy of the song. Janet’s text, given to her by Sandra Kerr, has a place name “Thurrow” which we have not been able to locate. The text was collected in the Borders and so it has probably been altered by the oral process from Yarrow. The text has several ritual, magical and folklore allusions: the dream, the long yellow hair being wrapped three times around the body, etc. Janet’s stunning delivery of the song serves to illustrate why these songs are often called the “Big Ballads”.

      Willie Beattie of Caulside, Dumfriesshire, sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow to Mike Yates in 2000. This recording was included in 2001 on the Musical Traditions anthology of song and music from the Mike Yates Collection, Up in the North and Down in the South, and in 2003 on his Kyloe anthology of ballads, songs and tune from the Scottish Borders, Borderers. Yates commented in the former album’s booklet:

      One of the best-known of the ‘Border ballads’, although very few sets have been collected outside of Scotland itself. While the ballad is set in a known location, the Yarrow Valley—a few miles to the west of Selkirk, it is not known if it is based on an actual historic event. Sir Walter Scott believed that it referred to a duel fought between John Scott of Tushielaw and his brother-in-law Walter Scott of Thirlestane, where the latter was slain; but others have doubted this, citing the ballad’s similarity to the Scandinavian Herr Helmer. In this ballad Helmer has married a lady whose family are at feud with him for the unatoned slaughter of her uncle; he meets her seven brothers, who will hear of no satisfaction; there is a fight; Helmer kills six, but spares the seventh, who treacherously kills him.

      The ballad has been sung for a long time in Liddesdale and Eskdale, and Frank Kidson noted a set from a Mrs Calvert of Gilnockie—he same Gilnockie that is close to Willie Beattie’s home and which is mentioned in the ballad of Johnny Armstrong. Mrs Calvert was the granddaughter of Tibbie Shiel, who had previously given songs to Sir Walter Scott and James Hogg, the ‘Etterick Shepherd’. Willie learnt his version of the ballad from his one-time neighbour, the well-known shepherd and singer Willie Scott, who can be heard singing it on [It Fell on a Day, a Bonny Summer Day (The Voice of the People Series Volume 17)]. Davie Stewart’s version is on [The Child Ballads 2 (The Folk Songs of Britain Volume 5; Caedmon 1961; Topic 1968)], and an Irish set, sung by Brigid Murphy, of Forkhill, Co Armagh, is included on the European Ethnic cassette Early Ballads in Ireland (no issue number), edited by Hugh Shields and Tom Munnelly.

      Dick Gaughan sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow on his 2001 Greentrax CD Outlaws and Dreamers; this recording was also included in 2006 on his anthology The Definitive Collection.

      Wiliam Williamson of Ladybank, Fife (the son of Duncan Williamson) sang The Dowie Dens of Yarrow to Mike Yates on September 3, 2001. This recording was included in the following year on Yates’ Kyloe anthology of songs, stories and ballads from Scottish Travellers, Travellers’ Tales Volume 1.

      Sara Grey sang Derry Dens of Arrow in 2005 on her Fellside CD A Long Way from Home.

      Tom Spiers sang The Dowie Dens o Yarrow on Shepheard, Spiers & Watson’s Springthyme 2005 CD They Smiled As We Cam In. He commented in the album’s booklet:

      This was one of the first ballads I learnt back in the 1960s and the text is pretty close to the version in Norman Buchan’s 101 Scottish Songs which was the most accessible source of traditional song in those days. The haunting tune is from the singing of Jessie MacDonald and was collected by Peter Hall on one of his field recording expeditions.

      Karine Polwart sang Dowie Dens of Yarrow in 2007 on her CD Fairest Floo’er (and the album title is a phrase from this song). This track was also included in 2013 on her Borealis anthology Threshold. A live recording from Cambridge Folk Festival 2008 was included on her festival EP A Wee Bit Extra.

      Drew Wright sang The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow in 2011 on the B-Side of the Drag City single with Alastair Roberts and Karine Polwart, Captain Wedderburn’s Courtship.

      Andy Turner heard Dowie Dens of Yarrow for the first time in 1977 on Bob Davenports album mentioned above. He sang it as the January 28, 2017 entry of his project A Folk Song a Week.

      Lyrics

      Willie Scott sings The Dowie Dens o’ Yarrow Janet Russell sings The Dowie Dens of Yarrow
      There lived a lady in the north,
      You could scarely find her marrow,
      She was courted by nine noblemen
      And her ploughman boy o’ Yarrow.
      In Thurrow town there lived a maid,
      Ye scarce could find her marrow,
      And she’s forsook nine noblemen
      For a ploughboy lad frae Yarrow.
      Her faither he got word o’ that
      And he’s bred a’ her sorrow;
      He sent him forth to fight wi’ nine
      On the dowie dens o’ Yarrow.
      She’s washed his face and she’s kaimed his hair
      As she’s aft done before-O,
      And she’s made him look a knight sae fine
      To fecht for her on Yarrow.
      “Stay here, stay here, my bonnie lad
      And bide wi’ me the morrow,
      For my cruel brothers will ye betray
      On the dowie dens o’ Yarrow.”
      As he came ower yon high, high hills
      And doon yon path sae narrow,
      There he spied nine noblemen
      For to fight with him on Yarrow.
      As he gaed up by Tennies Hill
      And doon the braes o’ Yarrow,
      ‘T was there in a den were nine armed men
      Come to fecht wi’ him on Yarrow.
      “Did ye come here tae drink the wine?
      Did ye come here tae borrow?
      Or did ye come tae wield yer brand
      On the dowie dens o’ Yarrow?”
      “I am not come tae drink the wine
      Nor yet to beg or borrow.
      But I am come tae wield my brand
      On the dowie dens o’ Yarrow!”
      “If I see you all, you are nine men,
      That’s an unfair marrow.
      But I will fecht while last my breath
      On the dowie dens o’ Yarrow.”
      There was three he slew and three withdrew,
      And three lay deadly wounded,
      Till her brother John stepped in behind+
      And pierced his body through.”
      And three he slew and three they flew
      And three he’s wounded sairly,
      Till her brither John stood up behind
      And ran his body thorough.
      “Go home, go home, you false young man,
      And tell your sister sorrow,
      That her true-love John lies dead and gone
      In the dowie dens o’ Yarrow.”
      As he gaed ower yon high, high hills
      And doon yon path sae narrow,
      There he spied his sister dear
      She was coming fast for Yarrow.”
      “ Oh, brother dear, I’ve dreamt a dream
      And I hope it will not prove sorrow.
      I dreamt that your were spilling blood
      In the dowie dens o’ Yarrow.”
      “O mither, I hae dream’d a dream,
      A dream o’ dule and sorrow.
      I dream’d that I pu’d heather bells
      On the dowie dens o’ Yarrow.”
      “Oh, sister dear, I’ll read your dream
      And I’m sure it will prove sorrow.
      Your true-love John lies dead and gone
      And a bloody corpse on Yarrow.”
      “O dochter I hae read your dream,
      I doubt it will prove sorrow.
      For your ain true love is pale and wan
      On the dowie dens o’ Yarrow.”
      As she gaed up yon high high hill
      And doon the houms o’ Yarrow,
      ‘T was there she saw her ain true love
      Lying pale and wan on Yarrow.
      She’s washed him in a clear well-strand,
      She’s dried him wi’ the hollan.
      And aye she sighed, alas she cried,
      “For my love I had him chosen.”
      Now this fair maid’s hair was three-quarters long
      And the colour of it was yellow.
      She tied it roond his middle small,
      As she’s carried him hame tae Yarrow.
      Her hair it being three quarters lang,
      The colour it being yellow.
      She’s tied it roond his middle sae small
      And she’s bore him doon tae Yarrow.
      “Oh, daughter dear, dry up your tear
      And dwell no more in sorrow,
      For I’ll wed you to far higher degree
      Than your ploughman boy o’ Yarrow.”
      “O hold your tongue, my daughter dear
      And talk no more of sorrow,
      I’ll wed you soon on a better match
      Than the ploughboy lad frae Yarrow.”
      “Oh, father dear, you have seven sons,
      You can wed them all tomorrow.
      But a fairer floo’er there never bloomed
      Than my ploughman boy o’ Yarrow.”
      “O faither, ye hae siven sons,
      Ye may wed them a’ tomorrow.
      Ye may wed your sons, but ye’ll ne’er wed
      The bonny lass of Thurrow.”

      Jane Turriff sings The Dowie Dens o Yarrow

      “You took my sister to be your wife
      And you thought not her marrow;
      You rook her frae her father’s side,
      When she was a rose on Yarrow.”

      “I took your sister to be my wife
      And I made her my marrow;
      I took her frae her father’s side
      And she’s still the rose o Yarrow.”

      He’s gaen tae his lady gan,
      As he had done before o,
      Sayin, “Madam I maun keep a tryst
      On the dowie dens o Yarrow.”

      “O bide at hame ma lord,” she said,
      “O bide at hame my marrow,
      For my three brothers, they will slay thee,
      In the dowie dens o Yarrow.”

      “Hold yer tongue, ma lady dear
      What’s aa this strife and sorrow? [grief and
      For I’ll come back to thee again,
      In the dowie dens o Yarrow.”

      She kissed his cheeks, she kissed his hair,
      As she had done before o
      And gied him a brand doon by his side
      An he’s awa tae Yarrow.

      So he’s gan up yon Tennies Bank
      A wite he gaed wi sorrow [i.e. I know he gaed
      An there he met nine armed men [spied nine
      In the dowie dens o Yarrow.

      “O come ye here tae howk or hound, [i.e. hawk
      Or drink the wine sae clear o,
      Or come ye here tae pairt yer land
      On the dowie dens o Yarrow?”

      “I come not here tae howk or hound,
      Or drink the wine sae clear o,
      Nor come I here tae pairt ma land,
      But I’ll fight wi you in Yarrow.”

      So four he’s hurt an five he’s slain
      In the bloody dens o Yarrow,
      Till a cowardly man cam him behind
      An he’s pierced his body through o.

      “Oh gae hame, gae hame, ma brither John,
      Whit’s aa this grief and sorrow? [dule and
      Gae hame an tell ma lady dear
      That I sleep sound in Yarrow.”

      So he’s gane up yon high, high hill
      As he had done before o
      An there he met his sister dear,
      She wis comin fast tae Yarrow.

      “Oh I dreamt a dreary dream yestreen,
      God keep us aa fae sorrow!
      I dreamt I pulled the birk sae green,
      (or: I dreamt that I wis pu’in heather bells)
      On the dowie dens o Yarrow.”

      “O sister I will read yer dream
      And oh it has come sorrow:
      Your true love he lies dead an gone,
      He was killed, was killed in Yarrow.”

      Acknowledgements

      Janet Russell’s verses were transcribed by Roberto in the the Mudcat Café thread Lyr Add: Dowie Dens of Yarrow (from Janet Russell).

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      Barbara Allen

      Barbara Allen

      The Ancient Ballads

      Barbara Allen 

       

      (Child Ballad #84)

       
      All in the merry month of May,
      When green buds they were swellin’
      Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
      For love of Barb’ra Allen.
       
      He sent his servant to her door
      To the place where he was dwellin’
      Make heed, make heed to my master’s call,
      If your name be Barb’ra Allen.
       
      Slowly, slowly she up,
      And slowly drew she nigh him,
      And all she said when there she came:
      “Young man, I think you’re dying!”
       
      He turned his pale face to the wall
      And death was drawing nigh him.
      Good bye, Good bye my dear friends all,
      Be kind to Barb’ra Allen
       
      When he was dead and laid in grave,
      She heard the death bell knelling.
      And every note did seem to say
      Oh, cruel Barb’ra Allen.
       
      “Oh mother, mother, make my bed
      Make it soft and narrow
      Sweet William died, for love of me,
      And I shall of sorrow.”
       
      They buried her in the old churchyard
      Sweet William’s grave was nigh hers,
      And from his grave grew a red, red rose;
      From hers a cruel briar.
       
      They grew and grew up the old church spire
      Until they could grow no higher
      And there they twined, in a true love knot,
      The red, red rose and the briar.

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      "Barbara Allen"
      Song lyrics published 1840 in the Forget Me Not Songster
      Song
      Published17th century (earliest known)
      GenreBroadside ballad, folksong
      Songwriter(s)Unknown

      "Barbara Allen" (Child 84, Roud 54) is a traditional folk song that is popular throughout the English-speaking world and beyond. It tells of how the eponymous character denies a dying man's love, then dies of grief soon after his untimely death.

      The song began as a ballad in the seventeenth century or earlier, before quickly spreading (both orally and in print) throughout Britain and Ireland and later North America.[1][2][3] Ethnomusicologists Steve Roud and Julia Bishop described it as "far and away the most widely collected song in the English language—equally popular in England, Scotland and Ireland, and with hundreds of versions collected over the years in North America."[4]

      As with most folk songs, "Barbara Allen" has been published and performed under many different titles, including "The Ballet of Barbara Allen", "Barbara Allen's Cruelty", "Barbarous Ellen",[5] "Edelin", "Hard Hearted Barbary Ellen", "Sad Ballet Of Little Johnnie Green", "Sir John Graham", "Bonny Barbara Allan", "Barbry Allen" among others.[6]

      Synopsis

      The ballad generally follows a standard plot, although narrative details vary between versions.

      • A servant asks Barbara to attend on his sick master.
      • She visits the bedside of the heartbroken young man, who then pleads for her love.
      • She refuses, claiming he had slighted her while drinking with friends.
      • He dies soon after and Barbara hears his funeral bells tolling; stricken with grief, she dies as well.
      • They are buried in the same church; a rose grows from his grave, a briar from hers, and the plants form a true lovers' knot.[7][5]

      History

      Samuel Pepys

      A diary entry by Samuel Pepys on 2 January 1666 contains the earliest extant reference to the song.[3] In it, he recalls the fun and games at a New Years party:

      ...but above all, my dear Mrs Knipp, with whom I sang; and in perfect pleasure I was to hear her sing, and especially her little Scotch song of Barbary Allen.[8]

      From this, Steve Roud and Julia Bishop have inferred the song was popular at that time, suggesting that it may have been written for stage performance, as Elizabeth Knepp was a professional actress, singer, and dancer.[4] However, the folklorists Phillips Barry and Fannie Hardy Eckstorm were of the opinion that the song "was not a stage song at all but a libel on Barbara Villiers and her relations with Charles II".[9] Charles Seeger points out that Pepys' delight at hearing a libelous song about the King's mistress was perfectly in character.[9]

      In 1792, the renowned Austrian composer Joseph Haydn arranged "Barbara Allen" as one of over 400 folk song arrangements commissioned by George Thomson and the publishers William Napier and William Whyte.[10][11] He probably took the melody from James Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, c.1750.[12]

      Early printed versions

      Reliques of Ancient English Poetry

      One 1690 broadside of the song was published in London under the title "Barbara Allen's cruelty: or, the young-man's tragedy" (see lyrics below). With Barbara Allen's [l]amentation for her unkindness to her lover, and her self".[13]

      Illustration printed c.1760, London

      Additional printings were common in Britain throughout the eighteenth century. Scottish poet Allan Ramsay published "Bonny Barbara Allen" in his Tea-Table Miscellany published in 1740.[14] Soon after, Thomas Percy published two similar renditions in his 1765 collection Reliques of Ancient English Poetry under the titles "Barbara Allen's Cruelty" and "Sir John Grehme and Barbara Allen".[15] Ethnomusicologist Francis James Child compiled these renditions together in the nineteenth century with several others found in the Roxburghe Ballads to create his A and B standard versions,[7] used by later scholars as a reference.

      The ballad was first printed in the United States in 1836.[citation needed] Many variations of the song continued to be printed on broadsides in the United States through the 19th and 20th centuries. Throughout New England, for example, it was passed orally and spread by inclusion in songbooks and newspaper columns, along with other popular ballads such as "The Farmer's Curst Wife" and "The Golden Vanity".[16]

      The popularity of printed versions meant that lyrics from broadsides greatly influenced traditional singers; various collected versions can be traced back to different broadsides.[9]

      Traditional recordings

      According to the Vaughan Williams Memorial Library, approximately 500 traditional recordings of the song have been made.[17] The earliest recording of the song is probably a 1907 wax cylinder recording by composer and musicologist Percy Grainger of the Lincolnshire folk singer Joseph Taylor,[18] which was digitised by the British Library and can now be heard online via the British Library Sound Archive.[19] Other authentic recordings include those of African American Hule "Queen" Hines of Florida (1939),[20] Welshman Phil Tanner (1949),[21] Irishwoman Elizabeth Cronin (early 1950s),[22] Norfolk folk-singer Sam Larner (1958),[23] and Appalachian folk singer Jean Ritchie (1961).[24][25] Charles Seeger edited a collection released by the Library of Congress entitled Versions and Variants of Barbara Allen from the Archive of Folk Song as part of its series Folk Music of the United States. The record compiled 30 versions of the ballad, recorded from 1933 to 1954 in the United States.[9]

      Lyrics

      "Barbara Allen's cruelty: or, the young-man's tragedy" (c.1690), the earliest "Barbara Allen" text:

      Cruel Barbara Allen by Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale (1920)

      In Scarlet Town, where I was bound,
      There was a fair maid dwelling,
      Whom I had chosen to be my own,
      And her name it was Barbara Allen.

      All in the merry month of May,
      When green leaves they was springing,
      This young man on his death-bed lay,
      For the love of Barbara Allen.

      He sent his man unto her then,
      To the town where she was dwelling:
      'You must come to my master dear,
      If your name be Barbara Allen.

      'For death is printed in his face,
      And sorrow's in him dwelling,
      And you must come to my master dear,
      If your name be Barbara Allen.'

      'If death be printed in his face,
      And sorrow's in him dwelling,
      Then little better shall he be
      For bonny Barbara Allen.'

      So slowly, slowly she got up,
      And so slowly she came to him,
      And all she said when she came there,
      Young man, I think you are a dying.

      He turnd his face unto her then:
      'If you be Barbara Allen,
      My dear,' said he, 'Come pitty me,
      As on my death-bed I am lying.'

      'If on your death-bed you be lying,
      What is that to Barbara Allen?
      I cannot keep you from [your] death;
      So farewell,' said Barbara Allen.

      He turnd his face unto the wall,
      And death came creeping to him:
      'Then adieu, adieu, and adieu to all,
      And adieu to Barbara Allen!'

      And as she was walking on a day,
      She heard the bell a ringing,
      And it did seem to ring to her
      'Unworthy Barbara Allen.'

      She turnd herself round about,
      And she spy'd the corps a coming:
      'Lay down, lay down the corps of clay,
      That I may look upon him.'

      And all the while she looked on,
      So loudly she lay laughing,
      While all her friends cry'd [out] amain,
      'Unworthy Barbara Allen!'

      When he was dead, and laid in grave,
      Then death came creeping to she:
      'O mother, mother, make my bed,
      For his death hath quite undone me.

      'A hard-hearted creature that I was,
      To slight one that lovd me so dearly;
      I wish I had been more kinder to him,
      The time of his life when he was near me.'

      So this maid she then did dye,
      And desired to be buried by him,
      And repented her self before she dy'd,
      That ever she did deny him.

      Variations

      The lyrics are nowhere near as varied across the oral tradition as would be expected. This is because the continuous popularity of the song in print meant that variations were "corrected".[9] Nonetheless, American folklorist Harry Smith was known to, as a party trick, ask people to sing a verse of the song, after which he would tell what county they were born in.[26]

      Setting

      The setting is sometimes "Scarlet Town". This may be a punning reference to Reading, as a slip-song version c. 1790 among the Madden songs at Cambridge University Library has 'In Reading town, where I was bound.' London town and Dublin town are used in other versions.[27][28]

      The ballad often opens by establishing a festive time frame, such as May, Martinmas, or Lammas. The versions which begin by mentioning "Martinmas Time" and others which begin with "Early early in the spring" are thought to be the oldest and least corrupted by more recent printed versions.[citation needed]

      The Martinmas variants, most common in Scotland, are probably older than the Scarlet Town variants, which presumably originated in the south of England. Around half of all American versions take place in the month of May; these versions are the most diverse, as they appear to have existed within the oral tradition rather than on broadsides.[9]

      After the setting is established, a dialogue between the two characters generally follows.[29]

      Protagonists

      The dying man is called Sir John Graeme in the earliest known printings. American versions of the ballad often call him some variation of William, James, or Jimmy; his last name may be specified as Grove, Green, Grame, or another.[30] In most English versions, the narrator is often the unnamed male protagonist.[citation needed]

      The woman is called "Barbry" rather than "Barbara" in almost all American versions and some English versions, and "Bawbee" in many Scottish versions. Her name is sometimes "Ellen" instead of "Allen".[citation needed]

      Symbolism and parallels

      The song often concludes with poetic motif of a rose growing from his grave and a brier from hers forming a "true lovers' knot", which symbolises their fidelity in love even after death.[31] This motif is paralleled in several ballads including "Lord Thomas and Fair Annet", "Lord Lovel", and "Fair Margaret and Sweet William".[30][9] However, the ballad lacks many of the common phrases found in ballads of similar ages (e.g. mounting a "milk white steed and a dapple" grey), possibly because the strong story and imagery means these cliches are not required.[9]

      Melody

      A vast array of tunes were traditionally used for "Barbara Allen". Many American versions are pentatonic and without a clear tonic note,[9] such as the Ritchie family version. English versions are more rooted in the major mode. The minor-mode Scottish tune seems to be the oldest, as it is the version found in James Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion which was written in the mid-1700s.[32] That tune survived in the oral tradition in Scotland until the twentieth century; a version sung by a Mrs. Ann Lyell (1869–1945) collected by James Madison Carpenter from in the 1930s can be heard on the Vaughan Williams Memorial Library website,[33] and Ewan MacColl recorded a version learned from his mother Betsy Miller.[34] Whilst printed versions of the lyrics influenced the versions performed by traditional singers, the tunes were rarely printed so they are thought to have been passed on from person to person through the centuries and evolved more organically.[9]

      Roger Quilter wrote an arrangement in 1921, dedicated to the noted Irish baritone Frederick Ranalow, who had become famous for his performance as Macheath in The Beggar's Opera at the Lyric Theatre, Hammersmith. Quilter set each verse differently, using countermelodies as undercurrents. An octave B with a bare fifth tolls like a bell in the fourth verse. A short piano interlude before the fifth verse was commented on favourably by Percy Grainger.[35] Quilter later incorporated the setting in his Arnold Book of Old Songs, rededicated to his late nephew Arnold Guy Vivian, and published in 1950.[36]

      Baritone vocalist Royal Dadmun released a version in 1922 on Victor Records. The song is credited to the arrangers, Eaton Faning and John Liptrot Hatton.[37] British composer Florence Margaret Spencer Palmer published Variations on Barbara Allen for piano in 1923.[38]

      Joan Baez and Bob Dylan

      Versions of the song were recorded in the 1950s and '60s by folk revivalists, including Pete Seeger. Eddy Arnold recorded and released a version on his 1955 album "Wanderin'". The Everly Brothers recorded and released a version on their 1958 folk album, "Songs Our Daddy Taught Us". Joan Baez released a version in 1961, the same year as Jean Ritchie's recording.[39] Bob Dylan said that folk songs were highly influential on him, writing in a poem that "[w]ithout "Barbara Allen there'd be no 'Girl from the North Country'; Dylan performed a live eight-minute rendition in 1962 which was subsequently released on Live at The Gaslight 1962.[40]

      Simon and Garfunkel

      The ballad was covered as a demo version by Simon and Garfunkel on their anthology album The Columbia Studio Recordings (1964-1970) and a bonus track on the 2001 edition of their album Sounds of Silence as "Barbriallen",[41] and by Art Garfunkel alone in 1973 on his album Angel Clare.

      June Tabor, the English folk singer covers the song as "Barbry Allen" on her 2001 album Rosa Mundi. [42] Angelo Branduardi covered this song as Barbrie Allen resp. Barbriallen on his two music albums Così è se mi pare – EP[43] " and Il Rovo e la rosa[44] in Italian. On his French EN FRANÇAIS – BEST OF compilation in 2015 he sang this song in French-adaption written by Carla Bruni.[45][46]

      English singer-songwriter Frank Turner often covers the song a cappella during live performances. One rendition is included on the compilation album The Second Three Years.[47]

      UK folk duo Nancy Kerr & James Fagan included the song on their 2005 album Strands of Gold,[48] and also on their 2019 live album An Evening With Nancy Kerr & James Fagan.[49][50]

      The Renaissance folk-rock band Blackmore's Night include the song on their 2010 album Autumn Sky.

      The song has been adapted and retold in numerous non-musical contexts. In the early twentieth century, the American writer Robert E. Howard wove verses of the song into a civil war ghost story that was posthumously published under the title ""For the Love of Barbara Allen"."[51] Howard Richardson and William Berney's 1942 stage play Dark of the Moon is based on the ballad, as a reference to the influence of English, Irish and Scottish folktales and songs in Appalachia. It was also retold as a radio drama on the program Suspense, which aired 20 October 1952, and was entitled "The Death of Barbara Allen" with Anne Baxter in the titular role. A British radio play titled Barbara Allen featured Honeysuckle Weeks and Keith Barron; it was written by David Pownall[52] and premiered on BBC Radio 7 on 16 February 2009.[53] In The Hunger Games prequel novel The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, characters from the Covey are given first names based on traditional ballads. The character Barb Azure Baird's first name is based on Barbara Allen.

      The song has also been sampled, quoted, and featured as a dramatic device in numerous films:

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      52. ^ "Barabara Allen by David Pownall". Radio Drama Reviews.com. Archived from the original on 26 December 2012. Retrieved 11 June 2013.
      53. ^ "David Pownall – Barbara Allen broadcast history". BBC Online. Retrieved 11 June 2013.
      54. ^ An episode of the PBS TV series The American Short Story. A full version of the song is performed in this adaptation of an Ambrose Bierce story of the American Civil War.
      55. ^ "Travolta Sings For 'Bobby Long'". Billboard. 29 December 2004. Retrieved 6 February 2016.

        Source: Mainly Norfolk

         

        Barbara Allen / Barbary Allen / Barbary Ellen

        Roud 54 ; Child 84 ; G/D 6:1193 ; Ballad Index C084 ; Bodleian Roud 54 ; Wiltshire Roud 54 ; trad.]Phil Tanner sang Barbara Allen on a BBC recording made on April 22, 1949 at Penmaen, Wales. It was included on the anthology The Child Ballads 1 (The Folk Songs of Britain Volume 4; Caedmon 1961; Topic 1968), in 1968 on his eponymous EFDSS album, Phil Tanner, and in 2003 on his Veteran anthology CD The Gower Nightingale.

        Elizabeth Cronin was recorded singing Barbara Allen in Ballyvourney, County Cork, in the early 1950s. This recording was included in 2012 on the Topic anthology Good People, Take Warning (The Voice of the People Series Volume 23). Steve Roud commented:

        “This little song of a spineless lover who gives up the ghost without a struggle and of his spirited beloved who repents too late, has paradoxically shown a stronger will-to-live than perhaps any other ballad in the canon.” This is how Bertrand Bronson introduces Barbara Allen, which is easily the most widely known of the Child ballads. Hundreds of versions have been collected across Britain and North America since systematic song-fieldwork began in the late 19th century, and dozens of broadside printings are known. Although Child himself only devoted three meagre pages to the ballad, Bronson musters an impressive 198 versions with tunes. It is not easy to account for this popularity, although the fact that it was incorporated into ‘national’ and school songbooks and poetry anthologies must have helped to keep it in the public eye.

        Bess Cronin’s version of the story is stripped down to its bare essentials, and one extremely important element is omitted: Barbara’s dying soon afterwards. In some versions, Barbara’s ‘cruel’ behaviour is simply the result of feminine pique. The young men were in the tavern drinking healths to the girls, but they left her our, and therefore slighted her. But in very many versions, even this slender motive is absent, and Barbara’s spite is unexplained. Ballad enthusiasts abhor a vacuum, so various ingenious, but groundless, claims have been made which brand Barbara as, for example, a witch who has cast a spell on her lover, or even that she was a prostitute, on the strength of the regular opening line “In Scarlet Town where I was born”. The fact that the latter probably refers to the well-documented nickname for Reading, which is where many versions are set, counts for nothing in this attempt to make Barbara a ‘scarlet woman’.

        The earliest known texts date from the mid-18th century, but we know that the song was much older than that, as Samuel Pepys, who was an enthusiastic amateur musician, recorded hearing it as a social gathering on the 2nd January 1666. His diary reads: “but above all my dear Mrs. Knipp, with whom I sang; and in perfect pleasure I was to hear her sing, and especially her little Scotch song of Barbary Allen.” Elizabeth Knepp (Knipp) was an actress, singer, and dancer in the King’s Company. She features regularly in Pepys’ diary, and he nicknamed her ‘Bab Allen’.

        Jessie Murray sang Barbara Allen at the 1951 Edinburgh People’s Festival Ceilidh; a CD with recordings from this event was published by Rounder Records in 2005.

        The Shropshire farm worker Fred Jordan sang Barbara Allen on October 30, 1952 to Peter Kennedy. This recording was included in 2003 on his Veteran anthology A Shropshire Lad. A recording made by Tony Foxworthy in 1974 was published in the same year on his Topic album When the Frost Is on the Pumpkin.

        Charlie Wills of Bridport, Dorset, sang Barbara Allen in 1952 to Peter Kennedy and in 1971 to Bill Leader. The former recording was included on the anthologyThe Child Ballads 1 (The Folk Songs of Britain Volume 4; Caedmon 1961; Topic 1968), and the latter in 1972 on his eponymous Leader album, Charlie Wills.

        Charlie Scamp sang Barbary Allen to Peter Kennedy and Maud Karpeles at Chartham Hatch, near Canterbury, Kent, on January 15, 1954. This recording was included in 2012 on the Topic anthology I’m a Romany Rai (The Voice of the People Volume 22).

        Ewan MacColl sang Bawbee Allen on his and A.L. Lloyd’s 1956 Riverside anthology The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (The Child Ballads) Volume II. He also sang Barbara Allen in 1966 on his Topic album The Manchester Angel. He commented in the latter album’s notes:

        This is, by far, the most popular of the traditional ballads. It has been printed in chapbooks and broadsides and, on more than one occasion, has served as a stage song. The widespread oral circulation of the ballad has resulted in many minor variations of plot and, as Professor Bronson has observed, its tough-minded heroine has, with the passing of time, been transformed into a properly penitent young lady. The bequests mentioned in stanzas 4 and 5 were considered by Child to be interpolations not properly belonging to the ballad. The version given here was learned from Caroline Hughes in 1964.

        Sam Larner of Winterton, Norfolk, sang Barbara Allen on March 7, 1958 to Philip Donnellann. This BBC recording was published in 1974 on his Topic album A Garland for Sam. Another recording made by Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger in 1958-60 was included in 2014 on Larner’s Musical Traditions anthologyCruising Round Yarmouth.

        Shirley Collins sang Barbara Allen on two of her albums: in 1959 on Sweet England and in 1967 on The Power of the True Love Knot. She commented in the latter album’s notes:

        Barbara Allen is the “dark lady” of the ballads. She has been known to skip out of Jimmy’s reach as he stretches a pale arm for her from his death bed; laugh out loud as she sees Jimmy’s ghost in the lane on her way home. But after her devilish behaviour she always dies of remorse and finishes up in the churchyard with Jimmy. Of all the many versions I have heard, this one, with its sad two-part tune, haunts me most and best seems to evoke Barbara Allen herself.

        Jim Wilson of West Hoathly, Sussex, sang Barbara Allen to Mervyn Plunkett in June 1959. This recording was included in 1961 on the Collector anthologyFour Sussex Singers. Another recording made by Brian Matthews at The Plough, Three Bridges, on February 10, 1960 was included in 2001 on the Musical Traditions anthology of songs from country pubs, Just Another Saturday Night. The latter’s booklet commented:

        It’s always nice to hear a good version of Barbara Allen—and this is a really good one, with a fairly full text, and the unusual ‘little hearts’ line. The tune skips about from 4/4 to 6/8 in a delightful way and Jim’s occasional short lines are just glorious. A superb performance.

        Robin Hall sang Bawbie Allen in 1960 on his Collector album of ballads from the Gavin Greig Collection, Last Leaves of Traditional Ballads.

        Lucy Stewart of Fetterangus sang Barbara Allen in 1961 to Kenneth K. Goldstein. This recording was published in the same year on her Folkways albumTraditional Singer from Aberdeenshire, Scotland, Vol. 1—Child Ballads. Goldstein commented:

        In his diary entry for January 2, 1666, Samuel Pepys wrote: “In perfect pleasure I was to her her (Mrs. Knipp, an actress) sing, and especially her little Scotch song of Barbary Allen.” Many others have shared his “perfect pleasure” since Pepys’ days, for Barbara Allen is certainly the best known and most widely sung of the Child ballads.

        The consistency of the basic outline of the story and the amazing number of texts which have been reported on both sides of the ocean is no doubt due, in large part, to the numerous songster, chapbook and broadside printings of the ballad in the 19th century. A widespread oral circulation has, however, left its mark, for no ballad shows, in its different variants, so many minor variations.

        The bedside gifts of the dying youth occurs frequently in Scottish texts of the ballad; Child however would not recognise this as legitimately belonging to the ballad, with the result that he omitted from his canon a version containing such bequests.

        In most Scottish versions, the dying lover’s name is John Graeme. Lucy’s text omitting this point, together with the placing of the tale in London, suggests a possible combination in tradition of Scottish and English variants.

        Caroline Hughes sang Barbry Allen in a recording made by Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger in 1964 that was included in 2014 on her Musical Traditions anthology Sheep-Crook and Black Dog, and John Hughes sang it to Peter Kennedy in Caroline Hughes’ caravan near Blandford, Dorset, on April 19, 1968. This recording was included in 2012 on the Topic anthology I’m a Romany Rai (The Voice of the People Volume 22). Rod Stradling commented in the former anthology’s booklet:

        This is the most widely-known ballad I’ve yet encountered in Steve Roud’s Song Index, with an astonishing 1191 instances (including 311 sound recordings) listed there. Needless to say, it’s found everywhere English is spoken—though Australia boasts only one version in the Index—and, very unusually, there’s even one from Wales … although it comes from Phil Tanner in that ‘little England’, the Gower Peninsula. The USA has 600 entries! It doesn’t appear to be quite so well-known in Ireland, with only 35 Index instances, or Scotland with 61.

        The story comes in two general types: in one, Barbara upbraids Johnny for slighting her, and leaves him to die; in the other, she laughs at his corpse and is condemned as ‘cruel-hearted’ by their friends standing by. In both cases ‘It was he that died for love, and she that died of sorrow’. The ‘gold watch’ and ‘bowl of tears/blood’ verses which make up much of Mrs Hughes’ version can be found in either type. Her ‘I picked her out for to be my bride’ line in the first verse is very unusual; I’ve only heard it in the Jim Wilson (MTCD309-0) version, noted below. The ballad frequently ends with the rose and briar tied in a true-lovers’ knot motif, seemingly floated in from the Lord Lovell ballads.

        Joe Heaney sang Barbary Ellen to Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger in 1964 too. This recording was included in 2000 on his Topic anthology The Road from Connemara.

        Scan Tester sang Barbara Allen at The Fox in Islington, London, on January 21, 1965. This recording made by Reg Hall was published in 1990 on Tester’s Topic album I Never Played to Many Posh Dances.

        Hedy West sang Barbara Allen on her album Old Times & Hard Times (Topic 1965; Folk-Legacy 1967). This recording was also included in 2011 on her Fellside anthology Ballads & Songs from the Appalachians. The original album’s liner notes commented:

        This favourite ballad, with its story that seems singularly passive when one considers what blood-bolstered narratives most folk ballads are, is enormously widespread in the upland South of the United States, and in one state alone—Virginia—ninety-two different versions were collected. It probably owes its impressive survival to the fact that it was so often reprinted during the nineteenth century on broadsides and in cheap songbooks. Hedy West says: “I have rarely collected folk songs from any singer who didn’t know some variant of this ballad. The basic text is from Uncle Gus Mulkey. I’ve made textual and melodic additions from other sources.”

        Danny Brazil sang Barbary Allen at his trailer at Over Bridge caravan site to Peter Shepheard on January 6, 1966, and Debbie and Pennie Davies sang it to Mike Yates near the Northfields housing estate, Tewkesbury, Gloucestershire. Both recordings were included in 2007 on the Brazil family’s Musical Tradition anthology Down By the Old Riverside. The latter was previously included in 1979 on the Topic anthology of songs, stories and tunes from English gypsies,Travellers.

        Sarah Makem sang Barbara Allen to Bill Leader in her home in Keady, Co. Armagh in 1967. This recording was published a year later on the Topic albumUlster Ballad Singer and in 1998 on the Topic anthology It Fell on a Day, a Bonny Summer Day (The Voice of the People Series Volumes 17). Another, much earlier, recording made by Diane Hamilton in 1955 was published in 2012 on Sarah Makem’s Topic CD The Heart is True (The Voice of the People Series Volumes 24). Sean O’Boyle commented in her first album’s sleeve notes:

        Everyone knows the tragic story of young Jemmy Grove and Hard-Hearted Barbara Allen. One look through the list of texts and tunes given in Cecil Sharp’s English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians will show its widespread popularity. It is recorded in Shropshire Folklore(p 543), Folk-Songs of the Upper Thames (p 204), Folksongs from Somerset (No. 22) and in Gavin Greig’s Last Leaves (No. 32), in Mackenzie’s Ballads and Sea Songs of Nova Scotia (No. 9), in British Ballads from Maine, in Traditional Ballads of Virginia, and in Folksongs of the Kentucky Mountains, and elsewhere. In all, more than 200 variants of the ballad are known from printed sources and recordings. This version from Keady, Co. Armagh is as good as any I have heard, and it differs from all of them in one remarkable respect. Most versions place the tragedy

        “in the merry month of may
        when the green buds they were swelling”,

        but Sarah’s song has a more sombre and appropriate timing:

         Michael’s Mass (Michaelmas) day being in the year
        When the green leaves they were falling,
        When young Jemmy Grove from the North Countrie
        Fell in love with Barbara Allen.

        George Belton of Madehurst, Arundel, Sussex, sang Barbara Allen on January 29, 1967 to Sean Davies and Tony Wales. This recording was published in the same year on his EFDSS album All Jolly Fellows ….

        Cecilia Costello sang Barbara Allen in 1967 to Charles Parker and Pam Bishop. This recording was included in 2014 on her Musical Traditions anthology Old Fashioned Songs.

        Packie Manus Byrne sang Barbara Ellen in 1969 on his eponymous EFDSS album Packie Byrne.

        Bob Hart of Snape, Suffolk, sang Barbara Allen on July 8, 1969 to Rod and Danny Stradling, and in September 1973 to Tony Engle. The former recording was included in 1998 on his Musical Traditions anthology A Broadside, and the latter in 1974 on the Topic anthology Flash Company.

        Charlie Somers of Bellarea, Londonderry, sang Barbro Allen on July 18, 1969 to Hugh Shields. This recording was included in 1975 on the Leader anthologyFolk Ballads from Donegal and Derry.

        Andy Cash of Co. Wexford sang Barbara Ellen in a recording made in Summer 1973 on the Musical Traditions anthology of songs of Irish Travellers in England collected by Jim Carroll and Pat Mackenzie, From Puck to Appleby. They commented in the booklet:

        Probably the most widespread of all the ballads throughout the English speaking world, Barbara Allen first appeared in print in Allan Ramsay’sTea-Table Miscellany in the 18th century and has continued to make an appearance in folk song collections ever since. In William Stenhouse’s notes to the variant in The Scots Musical Museum, he wrote:

        It has been a favourite ballad at every country fire-side in Scotland, time out of memory… A learned correspondent informs me that he remembers having heard the ballad frequently sung in Dumfriesshire, where, it was said, the catastrophe took place.

        The enduring popularity of the ballad among country singers and a revealing insight into how it was viewed by them, was amply illustrated in an interview with American traditional singer, Jean Ritchie, who spoke about her work collecting folk songs in Ireland, Scotland and England in the early nineteen fifties. She said:

        I used the song Barbara Allen as a collecting tool because everybody knew it. When I would ask people to sing me some of their old songs they would sometimes sing Does Your Mother Come from Ireland, or something about shamrocks. But if I asked if they knew Barbara Allen, immediately they knew exactly what kind of song I was talking about and they would bring out beautiful old things that matched mine and were variants of the songs that I knew in Kentucky. It was like coming home.

        Andy learned this version of the ballad from an old girlfriend. He sang another version, in country and western style, complete with American accent, but he insisted that the above was “the old way of singing it”.

        John Roberts and Tony Barrand sang Barbara Allen in 1974 on their album Mellow With Ale from the Horn. They commented in their liner notes:

        Our version of Barbara Allen, that most venerable and best-loved of ballads, was also found fairly recently (1964) by Ewan MacColl. He, with his wife Peggy Seeger, collected it from an English gypsy, Caroline Hughes, in Dorset.

        George Roberts from Devon sang Barbara Allen to Sam Richards, Tish Stubbs and Paul Wilson in between 1974 and 1976. This recording was included in 1979 on the Topic anthology Devon Tradition.

        Jane Turriff sang Barbara Allen in about 1975 to Allie Munro and Tom Atkinson. This recording was included in 1996 on her Springthyme album Singin Is Ma Life.

        Phoebe Smith sang Barbara Allen in a recording by Mike Yates on the 1975 anthology Songs of the Open Road; Gypsies, Travellers & Country Singers. Jon Boden credits Phoebe Smith as his source in his July 5, 2010 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day.

        Johnny Doughty of Brighton, Sussex, sang Barbara Allen to Mike Yates in Summer 1976. This recording was published a year later on his Topic album Round Rye Bay for More. The liner notes commented:

        The popularity of Barbara Allen, at least in the version that Johnny sings, is possibly due to its inclusion in Chappell’s Popular Music of the Olden Time of 1859. The ballad was first mentioned in Pepys’s diary when, on January 2, 1666, he wrote that the actress Mary Knipp sang “her little Scotch song of Barbary Allen”.

        One theory, rather unsubstantiated, is that Barbara Allen was, in fact, Barbara Villiers, a mistress of Charles II, whilst the poet Robert Graves has suggested that Barbara was a witch destroyed by her own evil spells.

        Frank Hinchliffe from Sheffield sang Barbara Allen in 1976 to Mike Yates. This recording was included in between 1987-95 on the Veteran cassette The Horkey Load Vol 2 and in 2006 on the Veteran CD compilation It Was on a Market Day—Two.

        Gordeanna McCulloch sang Bawbie Allan on her 1978 Topic album Sheath and Knife.

        Roy Harris sang Barbry Allen in 1979 at the Folk Festival Sidmouth.

        Patsy Flynn of Magheravely, Fermanagh, Northern Ireland, sang Barbara Allen on August 4, 1980 to Keith Summers and Jenny Hicks. This recording was included in 2004 on the Musical Traditions anthology of songs from around Lough Erne’s shore in the Keith Summers Collection, The Hardy Sons of Dan.

        Bill Smith of Bridgnorth, Shropshire, sang Barbara Allen in a recording made by his son Andrew Smith on July 10, 1982. It was included in 2011 on his Musical Traditions anthology A Country Life: Songs and Stories of a Shropshire Man. Rod Stradling noted in the album’s booklet:

        Bill’s family were proud of the fact that songs had been collected from his grandfather by ‘A big mon from London’. When Veronica asked Bill’s mother what songs his grandfather had sung, she replied “Barbaree Aling”. “Oh, do you mean Barbara Allen?” “No, Barbaree Aling!” As this is quite a conventional—albeit very short—version, it is quite possible that Bill learned it at school.

        Suzie Adams and Helen Watson sang Barbarie Ellen in 1983 on their album Songbird.

        Emma Briggs of Thwaite, Suffolk, sang Barbara Allen in 1983 to John Howson. He included this recording his Veteran 1993 cassette and 2009 CD Many a Good Horseman. John Howson commented:

        This is a truncated version of a very widespread ballad. […] Emma Briggs learned it from her mother, who may have learned it when she worked in service. When Emma was young she hated her mother singing it because she felt it was so depressing.

        Vic Legg sang Barbara Allen on the 1994 Veteran cassette / 2000 Veteran CD of Cornish songs from the Orchard/Legg family, I’ve Come to Sing a Song. This track was also included in 2007 on the CD accompanying The Folk Handbook. Lucy Wainwright Roche sang Barbara Allen on a CD of modern recordings of traditional songs to accompany this handbook, titled Old Wine New Skins.

        Incantation sang Barbara Allen in 1994 on their Cooking Vinyl CD Sergeant Early’s Dream.

        Wiggy Smith sang Barbara Allen on October 9, 1994 at the Victoria pub, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, to Gwilym Davies. This recording was included in 2000 on the Musical Tradition anthology of songs from the Smith family, Band of Gold.

        Frankie Armstrong sang Barbara Allen in 2000 on her Fellside CD The Garden of Love.

        Sangsters sang Barbara Allen on their 2000 Greentrax CD Sharp and Sweet.

        Norma Waterson sang Barbary Allen in 2000 on her third solo album, Bright Shiny Morning. She commented in her sleeve notes:

        I don’t know where the tune materialised from so I think I must have made it up. I know I sang it as a child, though whether it’s from school or the family I don’t know. The song is extremely old and was said to be the favourite of Charles the Second’s mistress, Nell Gwynn.

        Martin Carthy sang a very similar version called Barbara Allen on the “English” CD of Fellside’s 2003 anthology Song Links: A Celebration of English Traditional Songs and their Australian Variants. Edgar Waters commented in the liner notes:

        Barbara Allen is #84 in Professor Francis J. Child’s monumental collection of ballads (The English & Scottish Popular Ballads) and probably originated in the seventeenth century. Samuel Pepys referred to it as a “little Scotch” song in 1666. Whether it is Scottish or English in origin is anybody’s guess. There are many, many English and Scottish versions. It was known in English-speaking parts of Ireland by the eighteenth century, where Oliver Goldsmith heard it sung by the family dairymaid, and it remains widely sung there, and in North America. Martin Carthy learnt his version from the singing of an English worker, Jim Wilson, recorded in a Sussex country pub in 1960. The location varies from version to version but Reading is also given in the fine version collected by Ewan MacColl from the Dorset gypsy singer, Queen Caroline Hughes in 1964.

        Martin Carthy sang a somewhat different version as Barbary Ellen in 1998 on his album Signs of Life. He commented in his sleeve notes:

        I think that I’ve known Barbary Ellen all my life. The song I learned was very short and gave you nothing of her anger at being treated with such disdain and how that translates to the contempt with which she treats his rather late declarations of lurve… The tune is from the Shropshire gypsy, Samson Price.

        The “Australian” CD of Song Links again has a very similar version to Carthy’s sung by Cathie O’Sullivan, having the same title and both ending with the rose and briar motif.

        Nic Jones sang Barbara Ellen on his 2001 CD anthology Unearthed, which is a collection of concert, club and studio performances recorded prior to 1982.

        Louis Killen sang Barbara Allen in 2001 as a bonus track of the CD re-issue of The Rose in June.

        June Tabor sang Barbry Ellen in 2001 on her Topic CD Rosa Mundi.

        Nancy Kerr and James Fagan recorded Barbara Allen in August 2005 for their Fellside CD Strands of Gold. This video shows them at Sheffield Folk Festival in 2007:

        Tom and Barbara Brown sang Barbara Allen in 2005 on their WildGoose CD Tide of Change. They commented in their liner notes:

        […] This text, one of the fullest and certainly one that gives a whole perspective to the story that is often missing in other sets, comes from the extraordinary ballad singer Cyril Piggott. The tune used here was collected by Cecil Sharp from Jane Wheller of Langport in 1904.

        The Devil’s Interval sang Barbara Allen in ca. 2005 on their EP Demon Lovers, naming Queen Caroline Hughes as their source.

        Sara Grey sang Barbara Allen in 2005 on her Fellside CD A Long Way from Home.

        Steve Tilston sang Barbry Allen in 2005 on his CD Of Many Hands.

        Jim Moray sang Barbara Allen in 2006 on his eponymous CD Jim Moray and on the single Barbara Allen. This track was also included in 2010 on his anthology A Beginner’s Guide.

        Paul and Liz Davenport sang Barbary Ellen in 2008 on their Hallamshire Traditions CD Songbooks.

        Alasdair Roberts sang Barbara Allen in 2010 on his CD Too Long in This Condition.

        Martin Simpson sang Barbry Allen in 2011 on his Topic CD Purpose and Grace.

        Steve Roud included Barbara Allen in 2012 in The New Penguin Book of English Folk Songs. James Findlay sang it a year later on the accompanying Fellside CD The Liberty to Choose: A Selection of Songs from The New Penguin Book of English Folk Songs.

        Brian Peters and Jeff Davis sang Barbara Allen on their selection of traditional songs and music from the collection made by Cecil Sharp in the Appalachian Mountains between 1916 and 1918, Sharp’s Appalachian Harvest.

        Andy Turner sang Barbara Allen as the June 1, 2013 entry of his blog A Folk Song a Week. His version is from Maud Karpeles’ The Crystal Spring and was collected by Cecil Sharp in 1923, from William Pittaway of Burford in Oxfordshire.

        Lucy Farrell and the Furrow Collective used to sing Elizabeth Cronin’s version of Barbara Allen at their concerts; I saw them doing it in January 2015 in Esslingen, Germany. They recorded the ballad with Emily Portman singing lead in 2016 for their second album, Wild Hog. They commented in their liner notes:

        Our version of Barbara Allen, that most popular English language ballad of them all, comes from Elizabeth Cronin, who was recorded in County Cork in the early 1950s. The first reference to the song was made by Samuel Pepys in a 1666 diary entry and it has since been widely collected throughout Britain and America. Cronin’s rendition brought the song to life for Emily when she came across it on the Good People, Take Warning CD on Topic Records. The last two verses are taken from those of a version collected by Cecil Sharp from Jim and Francis Gray on April 7, 1906 in Enmore, which is number 16 in Bronson’s collection The Traditional Tunes of the Child Ballads.

        In many versions the ballad concludes with Barbara Allen dying of a broken heart, but this version, like Cronin’s, leaves Barbara’s fate open as she walks away from her (ex) love’s death bed through the fields and lanes, with the birds and the church bells voicing her conscience and singing “hard-hearted Barbara Allen”

        Lyrics

        Elizabeth Cronin sings Barbara Allen Shirley Collins’ Barbara Allen
        on The Power of the True Love Knot
        It was early, early in the summertime,
        When the flowers were freshly springing,
        A young man came to the North Country,
        Fell in love with Barbara Allen;
        Fell in love with Barbara Allen.
        A young man came to the North Country,
        Fell in love with Barbara Allen.
        It was round and about last Martinmas tide
        When the green leaves were swelling,
        That young Jimmy Grove of the West Country
        Fell in love with Barbary Allen.
        He fell sick, and very, very bad,
        And more inclined to a-dying,
        He wrote a letter to the old house at home
        To the place where she was dwelling, etc.
        He sent his man into the town
        To the place where she was dwelling,
        Says, “Will you come to my master dear,
        If your name is Barbary Allen?”
        Very slowly she got up
        And slowly she came to him,
        The first words she spoke when she came there
        Was, “Young man, I fear you’re dying.” etc.
        Then slowly, slowly got she up
        And slowly came she nigh him,
        And all she said when there she came,
        “Young man, I think you’re dying.”
        “Dying, dying, not at all,” he said,
        “One kiss from you would cure me.”
        “One kiss from me you ne’er shall see,
        If I thought your heart was breaking.” etc.
        “Indeed, I’m sick and very sick
        And shan’t get any better,
        Unless I gain the love of one
        The love of Barbary Allen.”
        “But don’t you remember last Saturday night
        When the red wine you were spilling?
        You drank a health to the ladies there
        But you slighted Barbary Allen.”
        And Death is printed on his face
        And all his heart is stealing.
        And again he cried as she left his side,
        “Hard-hoarded Barbary Allen.”
        As she was a-going over the fields
        She heard the death-bell tolling,
        And every sound it seemed to sigh,
        “Hard-hearted Barbary Allen.”
        “Oh mother, mother, make my bed,
        Come make it soft and narrow,
        Since Jimmy died for me today
        I shall die for him tomorrow.”
        Norma Waterson’s Barbary Allen
        on Bright Shiny Morning
        Martin Carthy’s Barbara Allen
        on Song Links
        In Reading town, where I was born,
        A fair maid there was a-dwelling,
        I fixed her up to be my bride,
        And her name was Barbara Allen.
        Now in the first part of the year
        When green buds they were swelling,
        Young Johnny Rose on his deathbed lay
        For love of Barbara Allen, Allen,
        For love of Barbary Allen.
        It was all in the month of May,
        When the green leaves they were a-springing,
        A young man on his sick bed lay,
        For the love of Barbara Allen.
        He sent his men all down to her hall
        To the place where she was dwelling,
        “For you must come to my master’s house
        If your name is Barbary Allen, Allen,
        If your name is Barbary Allen.”“For death is painted upon his face
        And on his heart is stealing,
        So come you now to comfort him
        If your name is Barbary Allen, Allen,
        If your name is Barbary Allen.”“Though death is painted upon his face
        And on his heart is stealing,
        Yet little better shall he be
        Though my name is Barbary Allen, Allen,
        Though my name is Barbary Allen.”
        And he sent his servant man
        To the place where she was dwelling,
        𝄆Saying, “Fair maid, go to your mother’s house,
        If your name is Barbara Allen𝄇”
        So slowly, slowly she’s got up
        And slowly’s come she nigh him,
        But all she said when she saw him there,
        “Young man, I think you’re dying.”
        So slowly, slowly she walked up,
        So slowly she got to him,
        And when she called to his bedside,
        She says, “Young man, you’re dying.”
        “If on your death bed you do lie
        What needs the tale you’re telling?
        I cannot keep you from your death
        Though my name is Barbary Allen, Allen,
        Though my name is Barbary Allen.”“Oh look at my bedhead,” he cried,
        Oh there you’ll find it ticking:
        My gold watch and my gold chain
        I’ll leave to Barbary Allen, Allen,
        I’ll leave to Barbary Allen.”“Oh look at my bed foot,” he cried,
        And there you’ll see them lying:
        Bloody sheets and bloody shirts,
        I’ve sweated for you, Allen.”
        “Oh nothing would help what’s in your fate,
        Oh daughter, take it from me,
        I cannot save you from the grave,
        So farewell dearest Johnny.”
        And as she walked all across the field
        She’s heard the death bell knelling,
        And every stroke that death bell gave
        Cried, “Woe be to you, Allen.”
        As she was walking through the field
        She heard the bells a-ringing,
        And as they rang, they seemed to say,
        “Hard-hearted Barbara Allen.”
        And then she’s turned herself around,
        She saw his corpse a-coming,
        “Lie down, lie down your weary load
        Till I get to gaze upon him.”
        And she was walking through the street
        She saw his corpse a-coming,
        𝄆“You little hearts come set him down,
        And let me gaze all on him.”𝄇
        When he’s dead and laid in his grave
        Her heart was struck with sorrow,
        “Oh mother, mother make my bed
        For I must die tomorrow.”
        The more she looked, the more she laughed,
        And farther she got to him,
        And her friends cried out for shame,
        “Hard-hearted Barbara Allen.”
        “Hard-hearted was I him to slight
        He who loved me dearly,
        Oh had I been more kind to him
        When he was alive and near me, near me,
        When he was alive and near me.”
        “Hard-hearted creature sure I was
        To the one that loved me dearly,
        𝄆I wish I had more kinder been,
        In the time of life was near me.”𝄇
        And she upon her death bed lay,
        Bed to be buried by him.
        And she’s repented of the day
        That e’er she did deny him.
        It was he that died was today,
        She died on the morrow,
        𝄆It was he that died for love,
        And she has died for sorrow.𝄇
        Martin Carthy’s Barbary Ellen
        on Signs of Life
        Cathy O’Sullivan’s Barbary Ellen
        on Song Links
        All in the third part of the year
        When green leaves they were falling,
        Young Johnny Rose, all down from the war,
        Fell in love with Barbary Ellen.
        In Dublin I was reared and born,
        In Dublin I was dwelling.
        I fell in love with a dark eyed girl
        And her name was Barbary Ellen.
        He sent his men down to the town
        To the place where she was dwelling,
        Saying, “Lady, come quick and come very quick
        If your name be Barbary Ellen.”
        He sent his servant to her room,
        To the place where she was dwelling,
        Saying, “Haste unto my master’s room
        If your name be Barbary Ellen.”
        So slowly, slowly she rose up,
        So slowly she put on her,
        So slowly come to his bedside
        And so slowly she looked upon him.“You’re lying low, young man,” she cries,
        “And death is with you dealing.
        No the better for me you never shall be
        Though your heart’s blood were spilling.”“Oh look at my bedhead,” he cries,
        “And there you’ll find it ticking:
        My gold watch and my gold chain,
        I bestow them to you, my Ellen.”“Oh look at my bed foot,” he cries,
        “And there you will find them lying:
        Bloody sheets and bloody shirts,
        I swept them for you, my Ellen.”
        ‘Twas slowly, slowly she put on her clothes
        And slowly she walked to him,
        She pulled the curtains from round of his head
        Saying, “Young man, you are dying.”
        “Tell me, do you mind the time, ” she cries,
        “All in the tavern swilling?
        You made the health of all round the place
        But never for your love Ellen.”
        “Don’t you remember last Saturday night
        Whilst drinking at the Royal?
        You drank the health of all fair maids
        But you slighted Barbary Ellen”“Oh it’s well I remember last Saturday night
        Whilst drinking at the Royal,
        I drunk the health of all fair maids
        But my trust to Barbary Ellen.”
        She walked over yon garden field,
        She heard the dead bell knelling.
        And every stroke that the dead bell gave
        It cried, “Woe be to you now, Ellen.”She walked over yon garden field,
        She saw his corpse a-coming,
        “Lay down, lay down, your weary load
        Until I get to look upon him.”She lifted the lid from off the corpse,
        She bursted out with laughing.
        And all of his friends that stood round about,
        They cried, “Woe be to you now, Ellen.”
        She come home to her father’s house,
        “Make my bed long and narrow,
        For young Johnny Rose died for me today
        And I must die tomorrow.”
        “Oh mother, mother, make by bed,
        Oh make it soft and narrow.
        For William died of love today
        And I shall die of sorrow.”“Oh father, father, dig my grave,
        Oh dig it deep and narrow.
        For William died for me today
        And I shall die tomorrow.”
        They buried her all in the churchyard,
        They buried him in the choir.
        And out of him there grew a red rose
        And out of her a briar.
        A rose grew from fair William’s heart,
        From Barbary Ellen’s a briar,
        They grew and grew to the top of the church
        Till they couldn’t grow any higher.
        They grew and they grew all in the churchyard
        Till they could grow no higher.
        They twisted and twined themselves in a knot
        As the rose growed all round the briar.
        They grew and grew to the top of the church
        Till they couldn’t grow any higher,
        And at the top they formed a knot,
        𝄆 The rose wrapped round the briar. 𝄇

        Acknowledgements and Links

        See also the Mudcat Café thread Origins: Barbara Allen.

        Gary Gillard transcribed the texts from Bright Shiny Morning and Signs of Life.

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