Barbara Allan

In Scotland I was born and bred,
In London I was dwelling;
I fell in love wi' a nice young girl
And her name was Barbara Allan, Allan,

I courted her for seven long years,
Till I could court no longer;
I grew sick and very very ill,
I sent for my own true lover lover

Slowly she put on her clothes,
And slowly she came walking
And when she came to my bedside
She said, "Young man, you are dying, dying,"

"Dying my love that cannot be,
One kiss from you ould cure me;"
"One kiss from me that never shall be,
While your hard heart lies aching, aching,

He turned his back towards the wall,
And his face to Barbara Allan,
Adieu to you, and adieu to all,
And adieu to Barbara Allan, Allan,

Look ye up to my bedside,
There you will see hanging,
A quinea watch and a silver chain
And give that to Barbara Allan,

Look ye down to my bedside,
There ye will see standing,
A china basin full of tears,
And give that to Barbara Allan, Allan,

She had not gone a mile or two
When she heard the church bells tolling,
And every toll it seemed to say -
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allan, Allan."

"Oh mother, you'll make my bed for me
You will make it soft and narrow;
My love has died for me to-day,
And I for him tomorrow, "

Her mother then she made her bed
Wi' muckle grief and sorrow;
She laid her down to rise no more,
And she died for her own true lover"

Get Up and Bar the Door

It fell about the Martinmas time,

And a gay time it was then.

When our goodwife got puddings to make,

She's boild them in the pan.
The wind sae cauld blew south and north,

And blew into the floor;

Quoth our goodman to our goodwife,

"Gae out and bar the door."
"My hand is in my hussyfskap,

Goodman, as ye may see;

An it should nae be barrd this hundred year,

It's no be barrd for me."
They made a paction tween them twa.

They made it firm and sure,

That the first word whaeer shoud speak,

Shoud rise and bar the door.
Then by there came two gentlemen,

At twelve o'clock at night,

And they could neither see house nor hall,

Nor coal nor candlelight.
"Now whether is this a rich man's house,

Or whether it is a poor?"

But neer a word wad ane o' them speak,

For barring of the door.
And first they ate the white puddings,

And then they ate the black:

Tho muckle thought the goodwife to hersel,

Yet neer a word she spake.
Then said the one unto the other,

"Here, man, take ye my knife:

Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard,

And I'll kiss the goodwife."
"But there's nae water in the house,

And what shall we do than?"

"What ails ye at the pudding broo,

That boils into the pan?"
O up then started our goodman,

An angry man was he:

"Will ye kiss my wife before my een,

And scad me wi pudding bree?"
Then up and started our goodwife,

Gied three skips on the floor:

"Goodman, you've spoken the foremost word:

Get up and bar the door."

Photo 25- Tree Ballad 27 3/4

Tree Ballad 27 ¾
Cherie Ganote

Once upon a time
There was a tree
Though not always this way
He came to be

A long time ago
When he was young
He had a large family
That he refused to love

They were all so selfish
And so very loud
He thought them ridiculous beings
For he was very proud

The boy grew into a man
And as he grew he came to see
That almost everyone he knew
Were ridiculous beings

A woman approached him
One sunny day
Grabbed him by the hand
And showed him the way

From that day on
They were to be together
Until she cast a horrible spell
That she said would last forever

The spell gave him a trunk
Some limbs, and lots of leaves
He regrets what he has done

Forever he shall grieve

Photo 24- The Table of Love

The Table Of Love
On the pearly white table
Sat an empty and cold tea pot
The story that goes with it is as old as Cain and Able
The story of a family that all got shot

For every rose on the table has a thorn
But for this family their roses were torn
In the night they walked
Just down the street while they talked

Then from out of the dark
Came an evil twisted villain
He came down the street smooth- only to attack like a shark
He killed the family of four while they were chillin’

On that cool, chilly fall night
For the family there was no light
All that was left behind
Was a house, cars, and a table

The table to which the family used
Not once was it ever abused
For the family cherished it
They took care of it and even loved it

The most loved things still stay on the table
For other people to remain stable
and see what little things can do
for they can help you get through

To this day the table remains
to remind us of a family not forgotten
yet to remind us of
how little things can show true love

Photo 23- The Ballad of the Faithless Girlfriend

Walking through the shadows
He saw her standing there, her hands stained with red
“What you’ve done is bury him.”
He loved you, and now lies dead”

He desperately begs to hold onto her
But something stops him, Why did you have to take it all from him?
Betrayed one more time
His future now lies grim

He's not going to return the favor
He's better than that kind of thing,
Too many times he has seen this, but now it is him
That is turning away and walking

Walking through the shadows
He saw her standing there, her hands stained with red
“What you’ve done is bury him”
He loved you, and now lies dead”

He doesn't want to believe it
As he closes his eyes he sees her lying there
His lover with his friend
He kneels down and says a prayer

She crawls towards him
Tears falling down her face
He pushes her away
But he wont take it he's moving on to another place

Walking through the shadows
He saw her standing there, her hands stained with red
“What you've done is bury him”
He loved you, and now lies dead”

Mike Wagner

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