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| Titre : | Barbara Allen | ||
| Interprète(s) : | Luther, Frank, and his Pards | ||
| Genre : | Chanson traditionnelle américaine | ||
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| Support d'enregistrement : | Cylindre | ||
| Format : | Blue Amberol (enregistrement acoustique) | ||
| Lieu d'enregistrement : | New York City, NY, USA | ||
| Marque de fabrique, label : | Edison | ||
| Numéro de catalogue : | 5596 | ||
| Numéro de matrice : | 7 | ||
| Date de l'enregistrement : | 1928 | ||
| Instruments : | guitar, harmonica | ||
| Couleur de la pâte : | bleu | ||
| État : | Exc++ | ||
| Vitesse (tours/minute) : | 80 sans filtre doublé | ||
| Matériel employé au transfert : | Archéophone | ||
| Date du transfert : | 01-10-2002 | ||
| Commentaires : | Texte du contenu ci-dessous. | ||
| Texte du contenu : | Barbara Allen
It was in the merry month of May When flowers were a blooming Sweet Willie on his death bed lay For the love of Barbara Allen He sent his servant to the town The town where she gets well in Sayin' master dear has sent me here If your name be Barbara Allen" (violin) Then slowly slowly she got up And slowly she went to him And all she said when she got there "Young man I think you're dying Oh don't you remember the other day When we were in the tavern You drank a health to the ladies there And slighted Barbara Allen (violin + harmonica) He turned his face onto the wall He turned his back upon her I do I do to all my friends Be kind to Barbara Allen She went on through and through the town She heard his death bells ringing And every stroke they seemed to say "oh cruel Barbara Allen" She looked to the East, She looked to the West She saw his horse coming Oh set(?) him down for me she cried That I may gaze upon him No more she looked No more she breathed She bursted out crying Saying "pick me up And carry me home For I feel I am dying" (whistling) They buried Willie in the old churchyard And Barbara in the new one And from Willie's grave they grew a rose And on Barbara's a green brier They grew, they grew To the old church wall And could not grow any higher And there they tied in a thrill of knots The rose ??? the brier. (harmonica, guitar) |
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