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barbara allen | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3

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misc traditional - barbara allen | текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 слова песни

Barbara AllenTraditionaltranscribed by: phaedrus@southwind.netII-----------------В 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 Ae---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--------------Вe---------------------------------------------------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------------------| ev`ry youth cry "Well - a - day," Her name was Barbara Allen. All D Bm D E7 A II------Вe------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----------Вe--------------------------------------------------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,If your name be Barbara AllenFor death is printed on his face,And o`er his heart is stealin`;Then haste away to comfort him,O lovely Barbara Allen.Though death be printed on his face,And o`er his heart is stealin`,Yet little better shall he be,For bonnie Barbara Allen.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;Farewell, said Barbara AllenWhen 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 Of cruel Barbara Allen.

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