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Georgetown, S. C. (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
an. O Satan is a mighty busy ole man, And roll rocks in my way; But Jesus is my bosom friend, And roll 'em out of de way. O, won't you go wid me? ( Thrice.) For to keep our garments clean. Come, my brudder, if you never did pray, I hope you may pray to-night; For I really believe I'm a child of God As I walk in de heavenly road. O, won't you, &c. Some of the songs had played an historic part during the war. For singing the next, for instance, the negroes had been put in jail in Georgetown, S. C., at the outbreak of the Rebellion. We'll soon be free was too dangerous an assertion; and though the chant was an old one, it was no doubt sung with redoubled emphasis during the new events. De Lord will call us home, was evidently thought to be a symbolical verse; for, as a little drummer-boy explained to me, showing all his white teeth as he sat in the moonlight by the door of my tent, Dey tink de Lord mean for say de Yankees. XXXIV. We'll soon be free. We'll soon be free,
Lowell (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
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 misspelling insufficient, it is because I could get no nearer. I wished to avoid what seems to me the only error of Lowell's Biglow papers in respect to-dialect,--the occasional use of an extreme misspelling, which merely confuses the eye, without taking us any closer to the peculiarity of sound. The favorite song in camp was the following,--sung with no accompaniment but the measured clapping of hands and the clatter of many feet. It was sung perhaps twice as often as any other. This was partly due to the fact that it properly consisted of a chorus alone, with which the verses of other songs might be comb
South Carolina (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
heard of this class of songs under the name of Negro Spirituals, and had even heard some of them sung by friends from South Carolina. I could now gather on their own soil these strange plants, which I had before seen as in museums alone. True, the he class, but this was unmistakable. It was not strange that they differed, for the range seemed almost endless, and South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida seemed to have nothing but the generic character in common, until all were mingled in the unite lines show a more Northern origin. Done is a Virginia shibboleth, quite distinct from the been which replaces it in South Carolina. Yet one of their best choruses, without any fixed words, was, De bell done ringing, for which, in proper South CaroSouth Carolina dialect, would have been substituted, De bell been a-ring. This refrain may have gone South with our army. VI. ride in, kind Saviour. Ride in, kind Saviour! No man can hinder me. O, Jesus is a mighty man! No man, &c. We're marching th
Florida (Florida, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
ars heard of this class of songs under the name of Negro Spirituals, and had even heard some of them sung by friends from South Carolina. I could now gather on their own soil these strange plants, which I had before seen as in museums alone. True, the individual songs rarely coincided; there was a line here, a chorus there,--just enough to fix the class, but this was unmistakable. It was not strange that they differed, for the range seemed almost endless, and South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida seemed to have nothing but the generic character in common, until all were mingled in the united stock of camp-melodies. Often in the starlit evening I have returned from some lonely ride by the swift river, or on the plover-haunted barrens, and, entering the camp, have silently approached some glimmering 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 refr
Ladies Island (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
composition. Allan Ramsay says of the Scotch songs, that, no matter who made them, they were soon attributed to the minister of the parish whence they sprang. And I always wondered, about these, whether they had always a conscious and definite origin in some leading mind, or whether they grew by gradual accretion, in an almost unconscious way. On this point I could get no information, though I asked many questions, until at last, one day when I was being rowed across from Beaufort to Ladies' Island, I found myself, with delight, on the actual trail of a song. One of the oarsmen, a brisk young fellow, not a soldier, on being asked for his theory of the matter, dropped out a coy confession. Some good sperituals, he said, are start jess out oa curiosity. I been a-raise a sing, myself, once. My dream was fulfilled, and I had traced out, not the poem alone, but the poet. I implored him to proceed. Once we boys, he said, went for tote some rice and de nigger-driver he keep a-
Beaufort, S. C. (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
of the mode of composition. Allan Ramsay says of the Scotch songs, that, no matter who made them, they were soon attributed to the minister of the parish whence they sprang. And I always wondered, about these, whether they had always a conscious and definite origin in some leading mind, or whether they grew by gradual accretion, in an almost unconscious way. On this point I could get no information, though I asked many questions, until at last, one day when I was being rowed across from Beaufort to Ladies' Island, I found myself, with delight, on the actual trail of a song. One of the oarsmen, a brisk young fellow, not a soldier, on being asked for his theory of the matter, dropped out a coy confession. Some good sperituals, he said, are start jess out oa curiosity. I been a-raise a sing, myself, once. My dream was fulfilled, and I had traced out, not the poem alone, but the poet. I implored him to proceed. Once we boys, he said, went for tote some rice and de nigger-dr
Savannah (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
e army, which was at once accepted, and became universal. We'll guide on de army, and be marching along is now the established version on the Sea Islands. These quaint religious songs were to the men more than a source of relaxation; they were a stimulus to courage and a tie to heaven. I never overheard in camp a profane or vulgar song. With the trifling exceptions given, all had a religious motive, while the most secular melody could not have been more exciting. A few youths from Savannah, who were comparatively men of the world, had learned some of the Ethiopian Minstrel ditties, imported from the North. These took no hold upon the mass; and, on the other hand, they sang reluctantly, even on Sunday, the long and short metres of the hymn-books, always gladly yielding to the more potent excitement of their own spirituals. By these they could sing themselves, as had their fathers before them, out of the contemplation of their own low estate, into the sublime scenery of the
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
d for many years heard of this class of songs under the name of Negro Spirituals, and had even heard some of them sung by friends from South Carolina. I could now gather on their own soil these strange plants, which I had before seen as in museums alone. True, the individual songs rarely coincided; there was a line here, a chorus there,--just enough to fix the class, but this was unmistakable. It was not strange that they differed, for the range seemed almost endless, and South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida seemed to have nothing but the generic character in common, until all were mingled in the united stock of camp-melodies. Often in the starlit evening I have returned from some lonely ride by the swift river, or on the plover-haunted barrens, and, entering the camp, have silently approached some glimmering 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 mo
Canaan, N. H. (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
old your light, Brudder Robert, Hold your light, Hold your light on Canaan's shore. What make ole Satan for follow me so? Satan ain't got nofor do wid me. Hold your light, Hold your light, Hold your light on Canaan's shore. This would be sung for half an hour at a time, perhapsth the tug of the oar. IX. the coming day. I want to go to Canaan, I want to go to Canaan, I want to go to Canaan, To meet 'em at de Canaan, I want to go to Canaan, To meet 'em at de comin‘ day. O, remember, let me go to Canaan, ( Thrice.) To meet 'em, &c. O brudder, let me go to Canaan, ( Thrice.) To meet 'em, &c. My brudCanaan, To meet 'em at de comin‘ day. O, remember, let me go to Canaan, ( Thrice.) To meet 'em, &c. O brudder, let me go to Canaan, ( Thrice.) To meet 'em, &c. My brudder, you — oh!--remember, (Thrice.) To meet 'em at de comin‘ day. The following begins with a startling affirmation, yet the last line quiCanaan, ( Thrice.) To meet 'em, &c. O brudder, let me go to Canaan, ( Thrice.) To meet 'em, &c. My brudder, you — oh!--remember, (Thrice.) To meet 'em at de comin‘ day. The following begins with a startling affirmation, yet the last line quite outdoes the first. This, too, was a capital boat-song. X. One more river. O, Jordan bank was a great old bank, Dere ain't but one mCanaan, ( Thrice.) To meet 'em, &c. My brudder, you — oh!--remember, (Thrice.) To meet 'em at de comin‘ day. The following begins with a startling affirmation, yet the last line quite outdoes the first. This, too, was a capital boat-song. X. One more river. O, Jordan bank was a great old bank, Dere ain't but one more river to cross. We have some valiant soldier here, Dere ain't, &c. O, Jordan stream will never run dry, Dere ain't, &c. Dere's a
Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
indescribable by words. XXIV. go in the wilderness. Jesus call you. Go in de wilderness, Go in de wilderness, go in de wilderness, Jesus call you. Go in de wilderness To wait upon de Lord. Go wait upon de Lord, Go wait upon de Lord, Go wait upon de Lord, my God, He take away de sins of de world. Jesus a-waitin‘. Go in de wilderness, Go, &c. All dem chil'en go in de wilderness To wait upon de Lord. The next was one of those which I had heard in boyish days, brought North from Charleston. But the chorus alone was identical; the words were mainly different, and those here given are quaint enough. XXV. blow your Trumpet, Gabriel. O, blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow your trumpet louder; And I want dat trumpet to blow me home To my new Jerusalem. 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
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