In Charlotte town, not far from here, There was a fair maid dwellin.' And her name was known both far and near, And her name was Barb'ry Allen. 'Twas in the merry month of May, Green buds they were swellin', Poor William on his death-bed lay, For the love of Barb'ry Allen. He sent his man down to town To the place that she was dwellin' Sayin', "Master bids your company, If your name is Barb'ry Allen." Oh slowly, slowly she got up To the place where he was lyin', And when she pulled the curtain back, Said, "Young man, I b'lieve you're dying!" "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick And I shall never get better Unless I have the love of one, The love of Bar'bry Allen." "Don't you remember not long ago, The day down in the tavern? You toasted all the ladies there, But you slighted Barb'ry Allen." "Oh yes, oh yes, I remember well That day down in the tavern. I toasted all the ladies there, But I gave my heart to Barb'ry Allen." She looked to the East, she looked to the West, She saw his pale corpse a-comin', Cryin', "Put him down and leave him there So I might gaze upon him." The more she gazed, the more she mourned, Until she burst out cryin'; Sayin', "I beg you come and take him away, For my heart now too is dyin'!" "Oh, father, father, come dig my grave, Dig it wide an' narrow. Poor William died for me today; I'll die for him tomorrow." They buried him in the old churchyard, They buried her beside him, And from his heart grew a red, red rose, And from her heart a briar. They grew, they grew so awful high Till they could grow no higher, An' 'twas there they tied a lover's knot, The red rose and the briar. In Charlotte town, not far from here, There was a maid a-dwellin.' Had a name was known both far and near, An' her name was Barb'ry Allen.
Here our dear Bob is taking us back to @ 1620 before our country was even formed and will show us a real hit from those pre-colonial days, 'Barbry Allen" as we all say it down in Alabama. Everybody loved this song back then.
Oooh, one never noticed this side of Dylan before, but looking back over the years, around TC 01:36 one is rather surprised to see Poo' Bob comin' out, looking for all the world like yo Mama? No his mama, the unknown, unsung, quizzically smiling face of Mrs Zimmerman. Was Mother Z sayin' 'Now Bobbie Boy 'Sit down and finish yur Chicken Soup', or more like 'Go out into the World, But Don't Go Wrong'? Now I get it. That may explain why Young Bob hid behind the shades for all those years. It sounds like this cut came straight (not Pro-Tooled, Garage Banded) from those early years, circa 62. Back then Bob was still singin' in his native idiom, doing his level best to cast off those Old Testament chains, Singing Songs of Innocence and Experience.
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wow... just wow
As an english teacher I am commenting on how MUCH my students enjoy this version. they demand it every day
My wife used to sing this in coffee shops and she would cry at the end. She passed away in 2011. I think of her when I hear it.
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I'm sorry.
Thanks for this. Great Stuff!
What an amazing rendition from a kid who sounds like he's singing with the experience of an eighty year old man.
what a romantic image - there they tied a lover`s knot , the red rose and the briar - brilliant imagery - great , very sad love song
Live at the Gaslight 1962. Available on CD I think. Lots of great songs on this album.
Soooo beautiful. Thank you. Reminds me of the Christmas carol and my mommy. Lost and gone ♥️♥️
A real big thank you for sharing this track, one of my favourites
Ethereal, hypnotic and timeless.
Never heard this one but it is soulfully beautiful.
This got me through some tough times
My fave version 👏👏👏👏👍👍👍👍Lone Wolf :)
How beautiful and simple music was then........
From the first he re-defined what could be achieved by a singing voice. This caused many people to say that he couldn't sing!!
In Charlotte town, not far from here, There was a fair maid dwellin.'
And her name was known both far and near,
And her name was Barb'ry Allen.
'Twas in the merry month of May,
Green buds they were swellin',
Poor William on his death-bed lay,
For the love of Barb'ry Allen.
He sent his man down to town
To the place that she was dwellin'
Sayin', "Master bids your company,
If your name is Barb'ry Allen."
Oh slowly, slowly she got up
To the place where he was lyin',
And when she pulled the curtain back, Said, "Young man, I b'lieve you're dying!" "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick
And I shall never get better
Unless I have the love of one,
The love of Bar'bry Allen."
"Don't you remember not long ago,
The day down in the tavern?
You toasted all the ladies there,
But you slighted Barb'ry Allen."
"Oh yes, oh yes, I remember well
That day down in the tavern.
I toasted all the ladies there,
But I gave my heart to Barb'ry Allen."
She looked to the East, she looked to the West,
She saw his pale corpse a-comin',
Cryin', "Put him down and leave him there So I might gaze upon him."
The more she gazed, the more she mourned,
Until she burst out cryin';
Sayin', "I beg you come and take him away,
For my heart now too is dyin'!"
"Oh, father, father, come dig my grave, Dig it wide an' narrow.
Poor William died for me today;
I'll die for him tomorrow."
They buried him in the old churchyard, They buried her beside him,
And from his heart grew a red, red rose, And from her heart a briar.
They grew, they grew so awful high
Till they could grow no higher,
An' 'twas there they tied a lover's knot, The red rose and the briar.
In Charlotte town, not far from here, There was a maid a-dwellin.'
Had a name was known both far and near,
An' her name was Barb'ry Allen.
Here our dear Bob is taking us back to @ 1620 before our country was even formed and will show us a real hit from those pre-colonial days, 'Barbry Allen" as we all say it down in Alabama. Everybody loved this song back then.
1665.
Traditional title, Barbry Ellen. Sung by Kentucky folk singer Jean Ritchie.❤❤❤
Oooh, one never noticed this side of Dylan before, but looking back over the years, around TC 01:36 one is rather surprised to see Poo' Bob comin' out, looking for all the world like yo Mama? No his mama, the unknown, unsung, quizzically smiling face of Mrs Zimmerman. Was Mother Z sayin' 'Now Bobbie Boy 'Sit down and finish yur Chicken Soup', or more like 'Go out into the World, But Don't Go Wrong'? Now I get it. That may explain why Young Bob hid behind the shades for all those years. It sounds like this cut came straight (not Pro-Tooled, Garage Banded) from those early years, circa 62. Back then Bob was still singin' in his native idiom, doing his level best to cast off those Old Testament chains, Singing Songs of Innocence and Experience.
this was recorded at the Gaslight one night in 1962. that much i know.
a British folk song
Love owd Bob
Nice version. Where and when?
I think this is from the Gaslight, 1962.
Nice open tuning arrangement.
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beautiful, classic - recorded when exactly?
Sunt profundity impressionable plans plans nu pot a sa ma opresc din plans adios la tot ce a fost pentru totdeauna
Definitely should have left this one alone LMAO 🤣
It cuts a few crucial seconds from the end.
I wonder if that is a way to avoid copyright or something like that.
Wisdom begins with the fear of the LORD. Seek God. Fear God. Repent. Put your faith and trust in Jesus the Christ
Amen!
awful.