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lazy_natalia) wrote2008-12-24 09:20 am
lazy_natalia) wrote2008-12-24 09:20 am
Barbara Allen
Norma Waterson - Barbary Allen - MP3 ~8Mb
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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.
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.”
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.”
“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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
“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.”
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.
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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.
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.”
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.”
“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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
“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.”
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.
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по-моему, принято по этому поводу очень гордиться и радоваться.
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А тебе чего не спится?
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