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      Barbara Allen (eng-scottish folksong)


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      Andreas Scholl


      жанры: baroque, opera, german
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      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.
      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,
      For 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 be stealin',
      Yet little better shall he be
      For bonny 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'."
      He turned his face unto her straight
      With deadly sorrow sighin'.
      "O lovely maid, come pity me;
      I'm on my deathbed lyin'."
      "If on your deathbed you do lie
      What needs the tale you're tellin'?
      I cannot keep you from your death.
      Farewell," said Barbara Allen.
      He turned his face unto the wall
      As deadly pangs he fell in.
      "Adieu! Adieu! Adieu to you all!
      Adieu to Barbara Allen!"
      As she was walking o'er the fields
      She heard the bell a-knellin'
      And every stroke did seem to say,
      "Unworthy Barbara Allen."
      She turned her body 'round about
      And 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 cheek with laughter swellin',
      That all her friends cried out amaine,
      "Unworthy Barbara Allen."
      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.
      Hard-hearted creature, him to slight
      Who loved me so dearly,
      O that I had been more kind to him,
      When he was live and near me!"
      She on her deathbed, as she lay,
      Begged 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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      Это интересно: Андреас Шолль, (род. 10 ноября 1967) - немецкий контратенор, классический певец, обладающий вокалом альт. Специализируется в музыке барокко. Тембр его голоса идентичен голосу прославленного Senesino, певца-кастрата 18-го века. Журнал "Fanfare" пишет: "В наше время перед публикой предстает как никогда много блестящих контр-теноров. Но один возвышается надо всеми, как Карузо стоял над тенорами прошлого века: Андреас Шолль". В 2005, Шолль был первым контр-тенором и единственным немцем, приглашенным петь соло на фестивале "The Last Night of the Proms" в Королевском Альберт-Холле в Лондоне.
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