Such a beautiful rendition of this old Scottish ballad....it was popular during the US Civil War and Barbara was changed to Bar'bry, . As always Glen has embraced this song and made it his own, that man could sing anything and make it beautiful.
Glen was a member of the "wrecking crew"--the 1960s-70s LA session musician who did the actual tarcks for bands like the Beach Boys, The Byrds and other. All before he became known as a singer. You can find this film on TH-cam too.
One of the first songs I learned to play on the piano. Wish I had continued with the lessons. I still enjoy these 'old' folk songs. And Glenn Campbell makes them sound so much better.
@@rover9214 Barbry Allen In Scarlet Town where I was Born There was a fair maid dwellin Made every youth cry well a day And her name was Barbry Allen Was in the merry month of May When green buds they were swelling Sir William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbry Allen He sent his servant to the town To the place where she was dwellin Cried master bid you to his side If your name be Barbry Allen So slowly slowly she got up And slowly she went nigh him And when she pulled the curtain back Said young man I think you’re dyin Oh yes I’m sick. I’m very sick And I will be no better Until I have the one I Love The love of Barbry Allen She said, Father go dig my grave And dig it deep and narrow Sweet William died for me today I’ll die for him tomorrow They buried her in the old church yard Sir William’s grave was nigh her And from his heart there grew a rose And from her heart there grew a briar They grew and grew up the courtyard wall Till they could grow no higher They grew as one no more to part The red red rose and the briar The red red rose and Barbry Allen
Jesse Hale Is "Jerry Reed playin lead" a saying? Because I didnt hear any lead. But it was great to see the Snowman settin and pickin. Glenn must have surely joined the Angel choir with that crystal voice of his. My eyes are still Watering.
I adore Glen Campbell. I think his voice was one of the greatest,voices of the 20th century. But Glen's version of Barbara Allen is atonal and not recognizable. Check Pete Seeger for a correct rendition.
My birth name was Barbara Allen. So I have always loved this song. We even sang it at school.
Absolutely gorgeous, as we would expect from Glen.. REST EASY DEAREST GLEN. xxx
Such a beautiful rendition of this old Scottish ballad....it was popular during the US Civil War and Barbara was changed to Bar'bry, . As always Glen has embraced this song and made it his own, that man could sing anything and make it beautiful.
No evidence that it is Scottish in origin. However, the evidence does point to it being English.
Glen was a member of the "wrecking crew"--the 1960s-70s LA session musician who did the actual tarcks for bands like the Beach Boys, The Byrds and other. All before he became known as a singer. You can find this film on TH-cam too.
A beautiful Song...
One of the first songs I learned to play on the piano. Wish I had continued with the lessons. I still enjoy these 'old' folk songs. And Glenn Campbell makes them sound so much better.
Hauntingly Beautiful song and beautifully sung as always by Glen.
Will somebody please , put words to this beautiful old song, as hearing impairment keeps me from hearing them
@@rover9214
Barbry Allen
In Scarlet Town where I was Born
There was a fair maid dwellin
Made every youth cry well a day
And her name was Barbry Allen
Was in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swelling
Sir William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbry Allen
He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwellin
Cried master bid you to his side
If your name be Barbry Allen
So slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she went nigh him
And when she pulled the curtain back
Said young man I think you’re dyin
Oh yes I’m sick. I’m very sick
And I will be no better
Until I have the one I Love
The love of Barbry Allen
She said, Father go dig my grave
And dig it deep and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I’ll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old church yard
Sir William’s grave was nigh her
And from his heart there grew a rose
And from her heart there grew a briar
They grew and grew up the courtyard wall
Till they could grow no higher
They grew as one no more to part
The red red rose and the briar
The red red rose and Barbry Allen
@@pelicanmooch Thanks Mary, Iappreciate your help ,now I can enjoy this sad old song and Glen even more thank you
@@rover9214 You're quite welcome. It's a lovely combination. Glen and this beautiful song. I'm glad to help.
Glen at his best ,just beautiful and the song too !
This is just fantastic. Thanks for posting...I've been looking for it for a while.
Most excellent!
correct? school's out. songs are sung with heart, as Glen sang it, on the rise.
My grandmother sang this song and she said Barbery Allen and not the more modern Barbra.
También la cantan clásicos como Kathleen Ferrier o Andreas Scholl, versiones exquisitas😊😊😊😊
With Jerry Reed playing lead!
Jesse Hale
Is "Jerry Reed playin
lead" a saying?
Because I didnt hear any lead. But it was great to see the Snowman settin and pickin. Glenn must have surely joined the Angel choir with that crystal voice of
his. My eyes are still
Watering.
Snowman Reed ohn lead axe - go ahead ohn son, make it count!
Glen, Glen! Now that's no way to sing about Barbara and Sweet William! Ya got the toon all wrang dere Glen!
You are obviously TONE DEAF.
I like this song a lot, but when singers change the tune to make "their" version it takes away from the song.
I adore Glen Campbell. I think his voice was one of the greatest,voices of the 20th century. But Glen's version of Barbara Allen is atonal and not recognizable. Check Pete Seeger for a correct rendition.
One of the greatest musicians of out time may he Rip
@ Sally Gallespie , and he never forgot his roots! ❤️🏴
Love the rendition
But pronounce the name correctly. Barbara n other Barbry
All the singers I have heard sing Barbry...
@@johnnypastrana6727 Yes, it's the Way Americans sing the song... Lovely version.
Not a very good version of this sad old classic song , no soul... From France.
Too much background noise , couldn't hear the words properly