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At a village fifteen miles away was to be songbah ball that night, And though the air was piercing cold her heart was warm and light.
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They took weeks for the wagon sonbag west as “movers. I have heard George S. It has been sung at horses and mules from a million wagons. Wathall, to Thorvald Otterstrtfm, to Leo Sowerby, and to Hazel Felman for musical settings, for counsel and guidance at points where their technical skill and musical experience was requested.
If trouble don’t kill me I know I’ll never die.
The American Songbag
It is an All-American affair, marshaling the genius of thousands of original singing Americans. The singer acts a part. Again, in other moods, I have gone to it and found it a gaunt little human drama with a melody carrying some of the tone color of dark, vivid Songbaf hearts. At b the girl chooses a boy, the boy a girl, and all four stand in the center.
Many a line has a sting amerixan a bite in it, a cry of the frustrated fool, sitting in the ashes of defeat and humiliation.
Our chief-tain so brave and so true; We’ll go for the great re -form -a – tion, For Lin- coin and Lib – er – ty too. The whole secret of remaining young in spite of years, and even of gray hairs, is to cherish enthusiasm in one’s self by poetry, by contemplation, amwrican charity.
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A wide human procession marches through these pages. The musical setting of a song is occasionally an elaborate and accomplished harmonization.
Born, Elmira, New York. Yet there came one cold rainy night to their fireside, their steam radiator, a young man who had raised corn, broom corn, alfalfa, and soy beans in Kansas, the next state to Oklahoma and standing on the same big prairie.
The ways of his heart and head range from the playboy who pranks as he pleases, who follows the gleam of the whim of the moment whether he happens to have the wishing heart of an innocent child or the tumultuous thoughts of a stranger lost in the solitude of the packed traffic on a big city street.
Keep her feet from slippin’ through, ’cause I love her, ‘deed I do, An’ I hopes to meet her in that other worlY’ 5 De judge held co’t de very next day; Martin F. This complete version comes to us from Lloyd Lewis, Free Quaker, and former and early resident of Pendlcton, Indiana, a man of sterling integrity and many devices.
More important yet, Wathall is the cunning technician familiar with all the classics, exercising a gift of showmanship in behalf of a humanity that he loves with laughter and tears.
Studied under Thorvald Otterstrdm.
Lincoln heard it often. After a recital and reception there one evening three years ago, we held a song and story session lasting till five songbqg in the morning.
JL- tfr- T – m steud of his son! Chestnuts raw and boiled and roasted, Apples sliced and onions toasted, Peanuts not a few. Its lyric cry is brief, poignant as Sappho.
And it is one of the best I zmerican of songbab children and grown-ups to join in on, to loosen up, and to get at each other’s voices. The latter quality is not found in the variants known among midwest pioneers. Correspondent, Musical America, It’s step her to yourweev’-ly wheat, It’s step her to your bar – ley, It step her to your weev – ‘Iy wheat, To bake a cake for Char – ley. Low bridge, for we’re going through a town, And you’ll always know your neighbor, You’ll always know your pal, If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal.
Treat me right, treat me right, Treat me right, boys, I am bound to stay all americah Treat me wrong, treat me wrong, Treat me wrong, boys, I am bound to run away.