(Recording copyright status)<\/span>:<\/span> unavailable.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n‘Twas early in the month of May, when the small birds they were singing
\nA young man from the north country fell in love with Barbary Ellen.<\/p>\n
He sent his servant out one day to the place where she was dwelling,
\n‘My master wants a word with you, my bonnie Barbary Ellen.’<\/p>\n
‘One word from me he’ll e’er shall have, nor any young man living
\nNo better, no better, he’ll e’er shall have, for I know his heart is breaking.’<\/p>\n
‘Oh, rise up, rise up,’ her mother cried, ‘and go and see this young man.’
\n‘Oh mother, oh mother, don’t make me go, for I do love no one.’<\/p>\n
But slowly, slowly, she got up, and slowly she put on her
\nAnd slowly, slowly to the sick man’s bed: ‘Young man, I hear you’re dying.’<\/p>\n
‘I’m dying in this very bed, the death lies in my bosom
\nOne kiss from you would restore my health, my bonnie Barbary Ellen.’<\/p>\n
‘No kiss from me you’ll e’er shall have, nor any young man living
\nNo better, no better, you’ll e’er shall have; young man, I know you’re dying.<\/p>\n
‘Do you remember last Saturday night, you were in the alehouse drinking
\nYou drank the health of all the girls, and you slighted Barbary Ellen.’<\/p>\n
‘Oh, I remember last Saturday night, I was in the alehouse drinking
\nI drank the health of all around, but my love was for Barbary Ellen.’<\/p>\n
He turned his pale face to the wall, his friends all gathered round him
\n‘Adieu, adieu,’ he bade them all, ‘but be kind to Barbary Ellen.’<\/p>\n
As she made her wayward home, she heard the small birds singing
\nAnd with every note they seemed to say, ‘Cruel-hearted Barbary Ellen.’<\/p>\n
‘Oh Father, oh Father, dig my grave, make it long and narrow;
\nYoung Willie died for me tonight, and I’ll die for him tomorrow.’<\/p>\n
He was buried inn the old churchyard, Barbara was buried beside him;
\nFrom William’s grave grew a red, red rose, from Barbara’s a green briar.<\/p>\n
They grew to the top of the old church wall till they could grow no higher;
\nThey knotted and entwined in a lover’s knot, the rose around the briar.<\/p>\n
\n
Notes<\/h2>\n
This song was recorded during a concert with Mike Seeger while Joe was Artist in Residence at University of Washington.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"templates\/template-full-width.php","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-amhrain","category-amhrain-i-mbearla"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=609"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1377,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions\/1377"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/ga\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}