Barbara Allen

In the ballad of Barbara Allen, the titular beauty captures the hearts of all suitors, but remains indifferent. Young Jemmye Grove falls fatally ill from lovesickness, sending for her but receiving a callous response. As news of his death reaches her, Barbara experiences a change of heart, realizing the depth of her cruelty. Stricken with remorse, she too succumbs to illness, ultimately desiring to be buried beside him as a testament to her newfound love. The ballad serves as a cautionary tale about the consequences of indifference and the powerful grip love can hold, even beyond death

 The text of the ballad "Barbara Allen" can vary slightly depending on the version you encounter. Here is a popular rendition:

**In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made every youth cry Well-a-way!
Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin',
Young Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwellin',
"You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen."

"Oh yes, I remember in yonder town,
When we were in the tavern,
I gave a toast to the ladies round,
But gave my heart to Barbara Allen."

"Farewell," said Barbara Allen,
"I'll ne'er be your true lover,
Until the river runs bloody red,
And the stars fall over yonder!"

He turned his face unto the wall,
As death was drawing nigh him,
"Adieu, adieu, to my friends all,
Be kind to Barbara Allen."

As she went walking through the fields,
She heard the birds a-singin',
And as they sang, they seemed to say,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"

She heard the death-bells ringing,
And every note to her did say,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"

Her eyes looked east, her eyes looked west,
She spied the corpse a-comin',
"Lay down, lay down the corpse," she said,
"That I may look upon him."

With scornful eye she looked down,
Her cheeke with laughter swellin',
That all her friends cryd out amaine,
"Unworthye Barbara Allen!"

When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Then death came creeping to she:
"O mother, mother, make my bed,
For his death hath quite undone me.

"A hard-hearted creature that I was,
To slight one that lovd me so dearly;
I wish I had been more kinder to him,
The time of his life when he was near me."

So this maid she then did dye,
And desired to be buried by him,
And repented her self before she dy'd,
That ever she did deny him.**

This version showcases the traditional storytelling aspects of the ballad, including rhyming schemes, repetition, and vivid imagery. You can find several other variations of the song online and in folklore collections, each offering unique details and interpretations.

Remember, your choice of version will depend on the specific learning objectives you have for your Grade 9 class. I hope this helps!

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The text of the ballad "Barbara Allen" can vary slightly depending on the version you encounter. Here is a popular rendition:

**In Scarlet town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin', Made every youth cry Well-a-way! Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swellin', Young Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man unto her then, To the town where she was dwellin', "You must come to my master dear, If your name be Barbara Allen."

"Oh yes, I remember in yonder town, When we were in the tavern, I gave a toast to the ladies round, But gave my heart to Barbara Allen."

"Farewell," said Barbara Allen, "I'll ne'er be your true lover, Until the river runs bloody red, And the stars fall over yonder!"

He turned his face unto the wall, As death was drawing nigh him, "Adieu, adieu, to my friends all, Be kind to Barbara Allen."

As she went walking through the fields, She heard the birds a-singin', And as they sang, they seemed to say, "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"

She heard the death-bells ringing, And every note to her did say, "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"

Her eyes looked east, her eyes looked west, She spied the corpse a-comin', "Lay down, lay down the corpse," she said, "That I may look upon him."

With scornful eye she looked down, Her cheeke with laughter swellin', That all her friends cryd out amaine, "Unworthye Barbara Allen!"

When he was dead, and laid in grave, Then death came creeping to she: "O mother, mother, make my bed, For his death hath quite undone me.

"A hard-hearted creature that I was, To slight one that lovd me so dearly; I wish I had been more kinder to him, The time of his life when he was near me."

So this maid she then did dye, And desired to be buried by him, And repented her self before she dy'd, That ever she did deny him.**

 ---give me the text to the poem Barbara Ellen

The text of the ballad "Barbara Allen" can vary slightly depending on the version you encounter. Here is a popular rendition:

**In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made every youth cry Well-a-way!
Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin',
Young Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man unto her then,
To the town where she was dwellin',
"You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen."

"Oh yes, I remember in yonder town,
When we were in the tavern,
I gave a toast to the ladies round,
But gave my heart to Barbara Allen."

"Farewell," said Barbara Allen,
"I'll ne'er be your true lover,
Until the river runs bloody red,
And the stars fall over yonder!"

He turned his face unto the wall,
As death was drawing nigh him,
"Adieu, adieu, to my friends all,
Be kind to Barbara Allen."

As she went walking through the fields,
She heard the birds a-singin',
And as they sang, they seemed to say,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"

She heard the death-bells ringing,
And every note to her did say,
"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen!"

Her eyes looked east, her eyes looked west,
She spied the corpse a-comin',
"Lay down, lay down the corpse," she said,
"That I may look upon him."

With scornful eye she looked down,
Her cheeke with laughter swellin',
That all her friends cryd out amaine,
"Unworthye Barbara Allen!"

When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Then death came creeping to she:
"O mother, mother, make my bed,
For his death hath quite undone me.

"A hard-hearted creature that I was,
To slight one that lovd me so dearly;
I wish I had been more kinder to him,
The time of his life when he was near me."

So this maid she then did dye,
And desired to be buried by him,
And repented her self before she dy'd,
That ever she did deny him.**

This version showcases the traditional storytelling aspects of the ballad, including rhyming schemes, repetition, and vivid imagery. You can find several other vari---------------------------------