комментированный список 1961 "Джоан Баэз, том 2"
Barbriallen (Traditional)
'Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swellin',
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbriallen.
He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwellin',
Sayin' you must come, to my master dear
If your name be Barbriallen.
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him did say
Young man I think you're dyin'.
He turned his face unto the wall
And death was in him wellin',
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all
Be good to Barbriallen.
When he was dead and laid in grave
She heard the death bells knellin'
And every stroke to her did say
Hard-hearted Barbriallen!
Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died of love for me
And I will die of sorrow.
And father, oh father, go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday
And I will die tomorrow.
Barbriallen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew a rose
Out of Barbriallen's a briar.
They grew and grew in the old churchyard
Till they could grow no higher
At the end they formed, a true lover's knot
And the rose grew round the briar.
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