Barbara Allen- Norton (TN) 1932 Anderson E
[From: Geneva Anderson. "A Collection of ballads and songs from East Tennessee." Master's Thesis, University of North Carolina, 1932.
Usually I won't even print a copied from print version but in this case I am. This is taken verbatim from Pound B: Barbara Allen. Text from North Carolina. Secured by Miss Mary Crawford of the State Normal School at Kearney, Nebraska, in 1913.
Pound's version is so unusual that Norton's is simply is not from tradition.
R. Matteson 2015]
E. Barbara Allen. Sent by Ralph Norton a student at Lincoln Memiorial University, Harrogate, TN. This is Louise Pound's B version copied, I presume, from her 1922 book. Only one word is different - see footnote below.
Honor, Honor, is the town
In which three maids were dwelling.
There is only one I call my own,
Her name is Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to her town
And he sent him to her dwelling.
"My master, O he's very sick
For the love of Barbara Allen."
Slowly, slowly she got[1] up,
And to his bedside was going.
She pulled the curtains to aside
And said "Young man, you're a-dying."
He stretched out his pale white hand,
Expecting to touch hers,
She hopped and skipped all over the floor
And "Young man, I won't have ye."
Sweet William died on Saturday night,
And Barbara on Sunday.
The Old Woman died last of all,
She died on Easter Monday.
1. Pound "rose"