Barbara Allen - The King's Singers

[@liammckenna1479]

I'm sad this video is unlisted now. I loved listening to this performance so much on my mission and I wouldn't have been able to still listen to this song had it not been for the playlist I made.

[@HadleyStrickland]

I want to cry, it’s so beautiful!! My dad would always sing the King’s Singers and Celtic Woman to me when I was little.

[@johnburns2940]

Then do cry. Let it happen. I agree😢😢

[@johnburns2940]

Well done choir and soloists!!😢💟😌🙏

[@josephdodd5770]

That was incredible. They are wonderful

[@josephdodd5770]

It’s as good as it gets

[@MajBunl]

In Scarlet Town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin' Made every youth cry well-a-day Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merry month of May When green buds they were swellin', Young Jeremy Grove on his deathbed lay For love of Barbara Allen. For death is printed on his face And o'er his heart is stealin'. Then haste away to comfort him, O lovely 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 dyin'." All in the merry month of May When green buds they were swellin', Young Jeremy Grove on his deathbed lay For love of Barbara Allen. For death is printed on his face And o'er his heart is stealin'. Then haste away to comfort him, O lovely 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 dyin'." When he was dead and laid in grave Her heart was struck with sorrow. "O mother, mother, make my bed For I shall die tomorrow. "Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all, And shun the fault I fell in. Henceforth take warning by the fall Of cruel Barbara Allen." There are many verses in between the ones they sang that give more of the story

[@johnburns2940]

Thank you for the lyrics🙏😌💟😢

[@christelpoellmann5375]

Ein grossartiger Chor!

[@sallietaylor8503]

This song was sung at all Secondary Modern Schools in England .

[@philipprosser2725]

My music teacher stood me in front of the class to sing it, trouble was she was in tears at the end, never sure if it was me or the song.

[@cathyrussell7157]

It was a folk song taught us by our singing teacher, Mrs Bristol, at the Marist Convent, West Byfleet, Surrey, England.

[@paulattwood6616]

How it should be sung