Thomas Percy Poems
- Barbara Allen's Cruelty In Scarlet towne, where I was borne, ...
- The Legend Of King Arthur Of Brutus' blood, in Brittaine ...
- Edward, Edward Why dois your brand sae drap wi' bluid, ...
- The Bonny Earl Of Murray Ye highlands, and ye lawlands, Oh!...
- King Arthur's Death On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne, This ...
- Sweet William's Ghost There came a ghost to Margaret's door, ...
- Sir Lancelot Du Lake When Arthur first in court began, And ...
Thomas Percy was born on the 13th of April 1729 in Bridgnorth, Shropshire. He was educated at Bridgnorth Grammar School, later attending Christ Church, Oxford to receive a B.A. (1746 to 1750), again for an M.A. (1750 to 1753) and Emmanuel College, Cambridge in 1770 for a D.D.. He was fluent in English, Latin and Greek. Between 1753 and 1782 he lived in Easton-Maudit, Northamptonshire.
He was Protestant bishop of Dromore, before becoming a Dean. He married Anne Percy in 1759, and went on to become the father to two daughters; Barbara Isted and Elizabeth Meade. He died on the 30th of September in 1811 in Dromore, Ireland, and was subsequently buried at Dromore Cathedral. more »
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Barbara Allen's Cruelty
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,
There was a faire maid dwellin,
Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!
Her name was Barbara Allen.
All in the merrye month of May,
When greene buds they were swellin,
Yong Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his man unto her then,
To the town, where shee was dwellin;
You must come to my master deare,
Giff your name be Barbara Allen.
For death is printed on his face,
And ore his hart is stealin:
Then haste away to comfort him,
O lovelye Barbara Allen.
Though death ...