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Mother Goose (search for this): chapter 9
d a-died when I was young, I never would had de race for run. Don't you hear de trumpet sound? Sam and Peter was fishin‘ in de sea, And dey drop de net and follow my Lord. Don't you hear de trumpet sound? Dere's a silver spade for to dig my grave And a golden chain for to let me down. Don't you hear de trumpet sound? In de mornin‘, In de mornin‘, Chil'en? Yes, my Lord! Don't you hear de trumpet sound? These golden and silver fancies remind one of the King of Spain's daughter in Mother Goose, and the golden apple, and the silver pear, which are doubtless themselves but the vestiges of some simple early composition like this. The next has a humbler and more domestic style of fancy. XXVII. fare Ye well. My true believers, fare ye well, Fare ye well, fare ye well, Fare ye well, by de grace of God, For I'm going home. Massa Jesus give me a little broom For to sweep my heart clean, And I will try, by de grace of God, To win my way home. Among the songs not available<
De Lord (search for this): chapter 9
de road! I'se been on de road into heaven, my Lord! I can't stay behind! O, room in dar, room infrom springs dat never run dry, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O, &c. Before I'll stay in hell one day, O, &in hopes to pray my sins away, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O. &c. Brudder Moses promised for be dar too,go! O, Jacob do hang from a tremblin‘ limb; De Lord will bless my soul. O wrestlin‘ Jacob, Jacobr, I wish I'd been dar, I wish I'd been dar, my Lord, For to climb up Jacob's ladder. Still simpng them. XXII. Lord, remember me. O do, Lord, remember me! O do, Lord, remember me! O, do us call you. Go in de wilderness To wait upon de Lord. Go wait upon de Lord, Go wait upon de Lord,e prettiest ting dat ever I done Was to serve de Lord when I was young. So blow your trumpet, Gabr We'll soon be free, We'll soon be free, When de Lord will call us home. My brudder, how long, My free. We'll fight for liberty (Thrice.) When de Lord will call us home. The suspicion in this [24 more...]<
Jean Paul (search for this): chapter 9
rusalem. De prettiest ting dat ever I done Was to serve de Lord when I was young. So blow your trumpet, Gabriel, &c. O, Satan is a liar, and he conjure too, And if you don't mind, he'll conjure you. So blow your trumpet, Gabriel, &c. O, I was lost in de wilderness, King Jesus hand me de candle down. So blow your trumpet, Gabriel, &c. The following contains one of those odd transformations of proper names with which their Scriptural citations were often enriched. It rivals their text, Paul may plant, and may polish wid water, which I have elsewhere quoted, and in which the sainted Apollos would hardly have recognized himself. XXVI. in the morning. In de mornin‘, In de mornin‘, Chil'en? Yes, my Lord! Don't you hear de trumpet sound? If I had a-died when I was young, I never would had de race for run. Don't you hear de trumpet sound? Sam and Peter was fishin‘ in de sea, And dey drop de net and follow my Lord. Don't you hear de trumpet sound? Dere's a silver spade fo<
Roman Catholic (search for this): chapter 9
in-arms heartiness about it, not impaired by the feminine invocation at the end. IV. hail Mary. One more valiant soldier here, One more valiant soldier here, One more valiant soldier here, To help me bear de cross. O hail, Mary, hail! Hail, Mary, hail! Hail, Mary, hail! To help me bear de cross. I fancied that the original reading might have been soul, instead of soldier, --with some other syllable inserted to fill out the metre,--and that the Hail, Mary, might denote a Roman Catholic origin, as I had several men from St. Augustine who held in a dim way to that faith. It was a very ringing song, though not so grandly jubilant as the next, which was really impressive as the singers pealed it out, when marching or rowing or embarking. V. My army cross over. My army cross over, My army cross over, O, Pharaoh's army drownded! My army cross over. We'll cross de mighty river, My army cross over; We'll cross de-river Jordan, My army cross over; We'll cross de dange
Robert Sutton (search for this): chapter 9
fire, round which the dusky figures moved in the rhythmical barbaric dance the negroes call a shout, chanting, often harshly, but always in the most perfect time, some monotonous refrain. Writing down in the darkness, as I best could,--perhaps with my hand in the safe covert of my pocket,--the words of the song, I have afterwards carried it to my tent, like some captured bird or insect, and then, after examination, put it by. Or, summoning one of the men at some period of leisure,--Corporal Robert Sutton, for instance, whose iron memory held all the details of a song as if it were a ford or a forest,--I have completed the new specimen by supplying the absent parts. The music I could only retain by ear, and though the more common strains were repeated often enough to fix their impression, there were others that occurred only once or twice. The words will be here given, as nearly as possible, in the original dialect; and if the spelling seems sometimes inconsistent, or the misspel
Charles Lamb (search for this): chapter 9
right, go to God, for sure. In others, more of spiritual conflict is implied, as in this next. XI. O the dying Lamb! I wants to go where Moses trod, O de dying Lamb! For Moses gone to de promised land, O de dying Lamb! To drink from sprLamb! For Moses gone to de promised land, O de dying Lamb! To drink from springs dat never run dry, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O, &c. Before I'll stay in hell one day, O, &c. I'm in hopes to pray my sins away, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O. &c. Brudder Moses promised for be dar too, O, &c. To drink from streams dat never run dry, O Lamb! To drink from springs dat never run dry, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O, &c. Before I'll stay in hell one day, O, &c. I'm in hopes to pray my sins away, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O. &c. Brudder Moses promised for be dar too, O, &c. To drink from streams dat never run dry, O de dying Lamb! In the next, the conflict is at its height, and the lurid imagery of the Apocalypse is brought to bear. This book, with the books of Moses, constituted their Bible; all that lay between, even the narratives of the life of Jesus, tLamb! In the next, the conflict is at its height, and the lurid imagery of the Apocalypse is brought to bear. This book, with the books of Moses, constituted their Bible; all that lay between, even the narratives of the life of Jesus, they hardly cared to read or to hear. XII. down in the Valley. We'll run and never tire, We'll run and never tire, We'll run and never tire, Jesus set poor sinners free. Way down in de valley, Who will rise and go with me? You've heern talk
December 25th (search for this): chapter 9
ords. XX. the Baby gone home. De little baby gone home, De little baby gone home, De little baby gone along, For to climb up Jacob's ladder. And I wish I'd been dar, I wish I'd been dar, I wish I'd been dar, my Lord, For to climb up Jacob's ladder. Still simpler is this, which is yet quite sweet and touching. XXI. Jesus with us. He have been wid us, Jesus, He still wid us, Jesus, He will be wid us, Jesus, Be wid us to the end. The next seemed to be a favorite about Christmas time, when meditations on de rollin‘ year were frequent among them. XXII. Lord, remember me. O do, Lord, remember me! O do, Lord, remember me! O, do remember me, until de year roll round! Do, Lord, remember me! If you want to die like Jesus died, Lay in de grave, You would fold your arms and close your eyes And die wid a fiee good will. For Death is a simple ting, And he go from door to door, And he knock down some, and he cripple up some, And he leave some here to pray. O d
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