Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Analect 2.51x

27 February 2007, Tuesday. Blue sky with a few white clouds, sun in the east. Sound of bus as it rumbles by, whoosh of cars on damp pavement from yesterday's storm. Woke up with lines from a song...

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made many a youth cry well a'day
And her name was Barbara Allen

T'was in the merry month of May
The green buds they were a swellin'
Sweet William came from the west country
And he courted Barbara Allen

He sent his servant unto her
To the place where she was dwellin'
Said my master's sick, bids me call for you
If your name be Barbara Allen

Well slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly came she nigh him
But all she said as she passed his bed
Young man I think you're dyin'

Oh yes I'm sick I'm very sick
And death is in me dwellin'
Unless I have the love of one
The love of Barbara Allen

Oh don't you remember in yonder town
When we were at the tavern
You gave a health to the ladies round
But slighted Barbara allen

Oh I remember in yonder town
When we were at the tavern
I gave a health to the ladies round'
Gave my heart to Barbara Allen

Then tripped she lightly down the stairs
When she heard those church bells tollin'
And each bell seemed to say as it tolled
Hard-hearted Barbara Allen

Oh mother, mother go make my bed
Make it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow

They buried Barbara in the old church yard
They buried sweet William nigh her
Out of his grave grew a red red rose
And out of hers, a briar

They grew and grew up the old church wall
Till they could climb no higher
And there they twined in a lover's knot
The red rose and the briar...

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