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[Letter from George M. Allen to Barbara Jordan - March 1, 1978]
No full textLetter from George M. Allen to Barbara Jordan requesting support and acknowledgement for the Organization of Afro-American Veterans (AAV) from the Congressional Black Caucus
[Correspondence Between Jack Allen and Barbara Jordan - March 15-21, 1974]
No full textCorrespondence between Jack Allen and Barbara Jordan where Allen discusses why he is against a federal no-fault insurance bill. Jordan discusses the status of the bill and her opinion on no-fault auto insurance
Bonny Barbara Allen; Barbara Ellen
No full textvoiceCollected by Helen McAllister and Sung by Oscar Smith
Sue Holley Westville, Oklahoma
For Mary Celestia Parler July 22, 1959
Transcribed by Helen McAllister and
Sue Holley Reel 289, Item 6
Barbara Allen
In London town where I was born There was a fair maid dwelling Made every youth cry well I'll wait For the love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to the town Where Barbara was a dwelling
master's sick and calls for thee If your name be Barbara Allen.
And death is painted on his face And o'er his heart is stealing Then hasten away to comfort him Oh, lovely Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she came nigh him And all she said when she got there Young man I think you're dying.
Oh yes I'm sick and very sick And death is on me dwelling
No better no better I never shall be
If I can't have Barbara Allen.
Oh yes you're sick and very sick And death is on your dwelling
No better no better you never will be
For you can't have Barbara Allen.
Oh don't you remember in yonder town
When you were at the tavern
You drank the health of the ladies all around
And slighted Barbara Allen.
(Cont'd)Barbara Allen Reel 289, Item 6 Continued
Oh yes I remember in yonder town In yonder town a drinking
I drank to the health of the ladies all around Gave my heart to Barbara Allen.
As she was on her highway home The birds they kept a singing They sang so clear they seem to say Hard-hearted Barbara Allen.
As she was walking o'er the fields She heard the death bells tolling And every stroke did seem to say Hard-hearted Barbara Allen.
She looked to the East, she looked to the West She spyed his corpse a coming Lay down, lay down that corpse of clay That I may look upon him.
The more she looked the more she mourned Till she fell to the ground a crying Saying take me up and carry me home For I am now a dying.
Oh mother, oh mother, go make my bed Go make it long and narrow Sweet William died for pure pure love And I shall die for sorrow.
Oh father, oh father, go dig my grave Go dig it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today I'll die for him tomorrow.
She was buried in the old church yard And he was buried a nigh her On William's grave there grew a red rose On Barbara's grew a green briar.
They grew and grew till they reached the church tops
And they could grow no higher
They tied themselves in a true love knot
The red rose and the briar.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Barbara Babcock, 81
No full textBarbara Allen Babcock, a pioneering attorney who helped establish today's Public Defender Service before becoming the first woman to serve on the faculty at Stanford Law School, has died. She was 81
[Voluntary Statement by Barbara Walker Rowland #2]
No full textVoluntary statement by Barbara Walker Rowland, a witness in Dealey Plaza. She states that her husband Arnold Louis Rowland pointed out a man in a window of the Texas School Book Depository holding a rifle, but she could not see him
Barbara Allen (Transcription)
No full textCollected by Mary Shand
Transcribed by Nathaniel Lucy
Sung by Louise Petroske
Elkins, Arkansas
September 30, 1963
Reel 423, Item 3
Barbara Allen
I was in Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwellin’
Maid ever so fair it - - -
Hard hearted Barbara Allen
Oh Father, Oh Father, go dig my grave
Go dig it long and narrow
Sweet Allan died for pure, pure love
And I shall die of sorrow
They buried him in the old church yard
And Barbara was buried nigh him
On William’s grave grew a pretty red rose
And on Barbara’s grew a bria
Barbara Allen (Original text)
No full textCollected by Mary Shand Louise Petroske
Transcribed by M. C. Parler Elkins, Ark.
September 30, 1963
Reel 423, Item 3
Barbara Allen
(Three scattered, standard stanzas. Not transcribed.
Barbara Allen: Lady in Waiting, 1954
No full textPhotgraph of Ms. Barbara Allen: TSC Bougainvillea Lady in Waiting.https://scholarworks.utrgv.edu/brownsvillelegacyroyals/1005/thumbnail.jp
Barbara James
No full textDate:1943Barbara was born in Holdredge, Nebraska in the United States of America in 1943. In 1960 she arrived in Darwin working in a variety of occupations such as a journalist, historian, author, activist, advocate and editor. Barbara wrote 13 books including "No Man's Land" which explored the contributions of women in the Northern Territory. She also received a number of awards including 2001 NT Heritage Award, the 2000 NT Literary Essay Awards and the Chief Minister's Women's Achievement Award in 1999.JournalistHistorianAuthorActivistEditorAmerica
The Annotated Barbara Allen: An Online Resource
No full textThe Annotated Barbara Allen is a website the aim of which is to collect as much information about the song often called the oldest English folk ballad. Mentioned in the Diary of Samuel Pepys, Barbara Allen recounts two love-deaths which, in some versions, are resolved through natural, vegetative intervention. But inconsistencies remain—the identity of characters, their motives, the results and consequences of their actions and even the geographical and natural setting of their drama all present us with interesting questions. The Annotated Barbara Allenseeks to collect variants of the text, both literary and musical, as well as related visual artifacts, in an ongoing discussion of the ambiguities of the song and its historical and cultural place and function
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