Barbara Allen
Tabs, letra y acordes de 'Barbara Allen' por Billie Joe + Norah
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Intro: Bb F C F
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T'was in the merry month of May
Bb F
When flowers were a-bloomin'
Bb F
Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay
C F
For the love of Barbara Allen
F
He sent his servant to the town
Bb F
The town where she did dwell in
Bb F
Saying "Master dear has sent me here
C F
If your name is Barbara Allen"
F
Then slowly, slowly she got up
Bb F
And slowly she went to him
Bb F
And all she said when she got there
C F
"Young man, I think you're dying"
F
"Oh don't you remember the other day
Bb F
When we were in the tavern?
Bb F
You drank your health to the ladies there
C F
And you slighted Barbara Allen"
Bb F C F
F
He turned his face unto the wall
Bb F
He turned his back upon her
Bb F
"So long farewell to all my friends
C F
Be kind to Barbara Allen"
F
She looked to the east, she looked to the west
Bb F
She saw his corpse a-comin'
Bb F
"Oh sit him down for me" she cried
C F
"That I may gaze upon him"
F
The more she looked the more she grieved
Bb F
She bursted out to cryin'
Bb F
Sayin' "Pick me up and carry me home
C F
For I feel like I am dyin'"
Bb F C F
F
They buried Willie in the old churchyard
Bb F
And Barbara in the new one
Bb F
From Willie's grave there grew a rose
C F
From Barbara's a green briar
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They grew and grew to the old church wall
Bb F
And could not grow no higher
Bb F
And there they died in a true love-knot
C F
The rosebush and the briar
Bb F C F
Versión 2 - Barbara Allen (Letra y acordes)
D A D
Twas in the merry month of May,
G D
When green buds all were swellin,
D7 G D Bm
Sweet William on his death bed lay
D A7 D
For love of Barbara Allen.
A D
He sent his servant to the town,
G D
To the place where she was dwellin,
D7 G D Bm
Saying, "You must come to my master dear,
D A7 D
If your name be Barb´ry Allen."
A D
So, slowly, slowly she got up,
G D
And slowly she drew nigh him,
D7 G D Bm
And the only words to him did say,
D A7 D
"Young man, I think you´re dyin."
A D
He turned his face unto the wall,
G D
And death was in him wellin,
D7 G D Bm
"Good-bye, good-bye to my friends all,
D A7 D
Be good to Barb´ry Allen."
A D
When he was dead and laid in grave,
G D
She heard the death bells Knellin,
D7 G D Bm
And every stroke to her did say:
D A7 D
"Hard-hearted Barb´ry Allen."
A D
"Oh mother, oh mother, go dig my grave,
G D
Make it both long and narrow;
D7 G D Bm
Sweet William died of love for me,
D A7 D
And I will die of sorrow."
A D
"And father, oh father, go dig my grave,
G D
Make it both long and narrow,
D7 G D Bm
Sweet William died on yesterday,
D A7 D
And I will die tomorrow."
A D
Barb´ry Allen was buried in the old church-yard,
G D
Sweet William was buried beside her;
D7 G D Bm
Out of Sweet William´s heart there grew a rose,
D A7 D
Out of Barb´ry Allen´s, a briar.
A D
They grew and grew in the old church-yard,
G D
Til they could grow no higher;
D7 G D Bm
At the end they formed a true lovers´ knot,
D A7 D
And the rose grew round the briar.
Versión 3 - Barbara Allen (Letra y acordes)
Traditional transcribed by: * II-----------------Â means to bar second (II) fret for all notes beneath the dotted line. This is optional, but it helps move things along. D A7 Bm D E7 A e---2-----------------0--------------------------------------------| b---3-----------------2-----3---------3-----3--------2------------| g---2-----------------0-----4---------2-----1--------2------------| d---0-----------------------4---------0-----2--------2------------| a---------------------0-----2------------------------0------------| e-------------------------------------2-----0---------------------| In Scarlet Town where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin'. Made G D Bm D G A7 D II--------------Â e---------------------------------------------------0--3-----------| b--3-------------3-----2-------3------3---------0--2--2-----------| g--4---------0---2--------4-----------2---------0--0--3-----------| d--5-------------4--------4---------------------0------0----0-----| a-------------------------2------------------------0---------------| e--------------------------------------2--------3------------------| D Bm D E7 A II------Â e------2------------------------------------------------------------| b------3------------3--------------------3----3-----2--------------| g----2--------------4--------------------2----1-----2--------------| d-0--------------4------------------0---------2-----2--------------| a-------------2-------------------------------------0------0-------| e-------------------------------2-------------0--------------------| in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swellin' Young G D Bm D G A7 D II----------Â e--------------------------------------------------0----3-----------| b--------0----------3----2-------------3------0---2----2-----------| g--------0----------2--------4---------2------0---0----3-----------| d-----0-------5-----4--------4---------0------0--------0------0----| a----------------------------2---0----------------0-----------------| e-3------------------------------------2------3---------------------| Jemmy Grove on his deathbed lay, For love of Bar - bara Allen. He sent his man unto her then, To the town where she was dwellin'; You must come to my master dear, For death is printed on his face, And o'er his heart is stealin'; Then haste away to comfort him, Though death be printed on his face, And o'er his heart is stealin', Yet little better shall he be, So slowly, slowly, she came up, And slowly she came nigh him, And all she said, when there she came, Young man I think you're dying. He turned his face unto her straight, With deadly sorrow sighing; O lovely maid, come pity me, I'm on my deathbed lying. If on your deathbead you do lie, What needs the tale your tellin', I cannot keep you from your death; When he was dead and laid in grave, Her heart was struck with sorrow, O mother, mother, make my bed, For I shall die tomorrow. Hard-hearted creature him to slight, Who loved me so dearly; O that I'd been more kind to him, When he was alive and near me! She, on her deathbed as she lay, Begg'd to be buried by him; And sore repented of the day, That she did e'er deny him. Farewell, she said, ye virgins all, And shun the fault I fell in; Henceforth take warning by the fall
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