Barbry Ellen

Cat. #0740 (MFH #38) - As sung by Barry Sutterfield, Marshall, Arkansas on May 26, 1969

VERSE 1
In younder town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwell'n
Made every youth cry well away
Her name was Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 2
Was in th merry month of May
When greenbuds they were swell'n
Sweet William come from th western state
An' courted Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 3
Was all in the month o' June
When everything was blooming
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For th love of Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 4
He sent his servant to th town
Where Barbry was a dwell'n
Saying, my Master's sick an' sent for you
If your name be Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 5
He is sick an' very sick
An' death on him is dwell'n
So hasten away to comfert him
O, lovely Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 6
Slowly, slowly she got up
An' slowly she cam nigh him
An' all she said, when she got there
Young man I think your dying

VERSE 7
O yes, I'm sick, an' very sick
An' death on me is dwell'n
No better, no better, I never will be
If I cain't get Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 8
O yes, you're sick an' very sick
An' death on you is dwell'n
No better, no better, you never will be
For you cain't get Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 9
Don't you remember in yonder town
When we were at the tavern
You drank a health, to th ladies all around
An' slighted Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 10
O yes, I remember in yonder town
In yonders town a drinking
I give a health to th ladies all around
But my heart to Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 11
As she was on her highway home
Th birds kept a singing
They sang so clear, did seem to say
Hard hearted Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 12
As she was walk'n o'er th field
She heard his death bell ringing
And every stroke did seem to say
Hard hearted Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 13
She looked to th east and she looked to th west
She saw his corpse a coming
Lay down, lay down, that corpse of clay
That I may look upon 'im

VERSE 14
Th more she looked, th more she mourned
Till she bursted out to crying
Saying, pick me up an' carry me home
For I feel like I am dying

VERSE 15
O, Mother, O, Mother, go make my bed
Go make it long an' narrow
Cause, Sweet William, died for pure, pure love
And I shall die for sorrow

VERSE 16
O, Father, O Father, go dig my grave
Go dig it long an' narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow

VERSE 17
They buried Sweet William in th ole church yard
An' Barbry in th new one
A rose sprung from Sweet William's grave
An' a brier from Bar-bry Ellen

VERSE 18
They grew an' they grew to th top of th wall
An' could not grow, no higher
They let them tied in a true loves knot
An' th rose run around th brier

Mr. Sutterfield says, he was told this is the best version they have on record. He also says he is 39 years old and past, He is 78 and Mrs. Sutterfield is 75.

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