Old Grimes
Woorden komen uit "Old Grimes" door Albert Gorton Greene
Muziek: "Auld Lang Syne " Uit ongeveer 1873.
Pa zong zijn eigen versie van Green's lied toen ma kaas maakte. Hij dacht dat Old Grimes misschien niet zo rond had gewankeld als zijn vrouw niet alle room uit de melk had gehaald. Maar: "zij was een gemene vrouw. Old Grimes werd zo dun dat hij door de wind werd weggeblazen.", zei Pa.
(langzaam, met spottende droefheid)
(op het Oranje-voetbal-lied : Wij houden van Oranje)
Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more,
He used to wear an old grey coat,
All buttoned down before.
Old Grime's wife made skimmilk cheese,
Old Grimes he drank the whey,
There came an east wind from the west
And blew Old Grimes away.
Laura Ingalls Wilder Songbook
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Mieke
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polly-Wolly-Doodle
Woorden en muziek zijn origineel Amerikaans.
Een uitbundig stuk gekheid, dit lied is waarschijnlijk van negroide of minstrele origin. Het werd een favouriet van college zangscholen.
Toen Laura en Pa overgekomen waren dat hij en Laura het orgel voor Mary zouden kopen, zei hij: "By Jinks! Dit voelt alsof het gevierd moet worden. Breng met de viool, Halfpint, en ik zal voor wat muziek zorgen."
(levendig, vrolijk)
Oh, I went down South for to see my Sal,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
My Sally was a spunky gal,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Oh, my Sal she is a maiden fair,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
With curly eyes and laughing hair,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Oh, a grashopper sittin' on a railroad track,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
A-pickin'his teeth with a carpet tack,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Oh, I went to bed but is wasn't no use,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
My feet stuck out for a chicken roost,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Behind the barn, down on my knees,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
I thought I heard that chicken sneeze,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
He sneezed so hard with the whoopin' cough,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
He sneezed his head and his tail right off,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Woorden en muziek zijn origineel Amerikaans.
Een uitbundig stuk gekheid, dit lied is waarschijnlijk van negroide of minstrele origin. Het werd een favouriet van college zangscholen.
Toen Laura en Pa overgekomen waren dat hij en Laura het orgel voor Mary zouden kopen, zei hij: "By Jinks! Dit voelt alsof het gevierd moet worden. Breng met de viool, Halfpint, en ik zal voor wat muziek zorgen."
(levendig, vrolijk)
Oh, I went down South for to see my Sal,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
My Sally was a spunky gal,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Oh, my Sal she is a maiden fair,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
With curly eyes and laughing hair,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Oh, a grashopper sittin' on a railroad track,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
A-pickin'his teeth with a carpet tack,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Oh, I went to bed but is wasn't no use,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
My feet stuck out for a chicken roost,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Behind the barn, down on my knees,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
I thought I heard that chicken sneeze,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
He sneezed so hard with the whoopin' cough,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
He sneezed his head and his tail right off,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
Refrein:
Fare-well, fare-well, fare-well, my fairy fay.
For I'm off to Louisiana for to see my Susy Anne,
Singing polly-wolly-doodle all the day.
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Mieke
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Pop! Goes the Weasel
Woorden en muziek zijn origineel Amerikaans
Een standaard muziekje bij volksdansen, gaat dit liedje terug tot oude Engelse bronnen.
Meestal zei Pa tegen Mary en Laura, "kijk goed! en misschien zien jullie deze keer de wezel uit poppen," "pop" deed zijn vinger bij de snaar; "gaat de wezel", zong de viool. Maar Mary en Laura hadden de vinger weer niet gezien. Hoe goed ze ook keken, Pa's vinger was steeds te snel.
(levendig)
A Penny for a spool of thread,
Another fo a needle,
That's the way the money goes
Pop! goes the weasel.
All around the cobler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The preacher kissed the cobler's wife,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Woorden en muziek zijn origineel Amerikaans
Een standaard muziekje bij volksdansen, gaat dit liedje terug tot oude Engelse bronnen.
Meestal zei Pa tegen Mary en Laura, "kijk goed! en misschien zien jullie deze keer de wezel uit poppen," "pop" deed zijn vinger bij de snaar; "gaat de wezel", zong de viool. Maar Mary en Laura hadden de vinger weer niet gezien. Hoe goed ze ook keken, Pa's vinger was steeds te snel.
(levendig)
A Penny for a spool of thread,
Another fo a needle,
That's the way the money goes
Pop! goes the weasel.
All around the cobler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The preacher kissed the cobler's wife,
Pop! goes the weasel.
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Mieke
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Uncle John (een zang-spelletje)
Woorden zijn origineel Amerikaans, op de muziek van "Yankee Doodle".
Dit zangspelletje is een liefdesverhaal. Het kan zijn ontstaan uit een middeleeuws liedje waarin een gevangen ridder gered wordt van de dood door de dochter van een koning die hem opgesloten hield.
Op Laura's eerste school speelden de kleine meisjes altijd "ring-aroun-a rosy" in de pauze, tot Luara op een dag zei " laten we uncle John spelen!"
(niet te snel)
Uncle John is sick abed,
What shall we send him?
A piece of pie, a piece of cake, A piece of apple dumpling?
What shall we send it in?
In a piece of paper.
Paper is not fine enough
In a golden saucer.
Who shall we send it by?
By the governor's daughter.
Take her by the lilyshite hand,
And lead her o'er the water.
"---------" so the say,
Goes accourting night and day,
Sword and pistol by his side,
And "-------" to be his bride.
Takes her by the lilywhite hand,
And Leads her o'er the water,
Here's a kiss, and there's a kiss,
For Mr. --------'s daughter.
Aanwijzingen voor het spel:
1. de spelers staan in een kring en zingen het eerste stuk.
2. Bij de woorden "governor's daughter" vallen ze allemaal neer.
3. De laatste die valt gaat apart staan en fluistert een vriend de naam van een favoriet persoon en keert dan terug in het midden van de kring.
4. De vriend roept de naam, en de spelers draaien opnieuw rond, met de namen van de personen op de juiste plaatsen.
5. Op het einde breekt de ring. Iedereen danst rond en klapt in zijn handen.
Woorden zijn origineel Amerikaans, op de muziek van "Yankee Doodle".
Dit zangspelletje is een liefdesverhaal. Het kan zijn ontstaan uit een middeleeuws liedje waarin een gevangen ridder gered wordt van de dood door de dochter van een koning die hem opgesloten hield.
Op Laura's eerste school speelden de kleine meisjes altijd "ring-aroun-a rosy" in de pauze, tot Luara op een dag zei " laten we uncle John spelen!"
(niet te snel)
Uncle John is sick abed,
What shall we send him?
A piece of pie, a piece of cake, A piece of apple dumpling?
What shall we send it in?
In a piece of paper.
Paper is not fine enough
In a golden saucer.
Who shall we send it by?
By the governor's daughter.
Take her by the lilyshite hand,
And lead her o'er the water.
"---------" so the say,
Goes accourting night and day,
Sword and pistol by his side,
And "-------" to be his bride.
Takes her by the lilywhite hand,
And Leads her o'er the water,
Here's a kiss, and there's a kiss,
For Mr. --------'s daughter.
Aanwijzingen voor het spel:
1. de spelers staan in een kring en zingen het eerste stuk.
2. Bij de woorden "governor's daughter" vallen ze allemaal neer.
3. De laatste die valt gaat apart staan en fluistert een vriend de naam van een favoriet persoon en keert dan terug in het midden van de kring.
4. De vriend roept de naam, en de spelers draaien opnieuw rond, met de namen van de personen op de juiste plaatsen.
5. Op het einde breekt de ring. Iedereen danst rond en klapt in zijn handen.
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Mieke
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Weevily Wheat
Woorden en muziek zijn origineel Amerikaans.
In dit danslied zijn herinneringen aan de opstand van de jacobieten uit 1745 en van Bonnie Prince Charlie verwerkt. Het werd wijdverbreid gebruikt op feestjes met de stappen van de Virginia Reel.
Toen Pa veilig thuiskwam, nadat hij was ingesneeuwd bij Plum Creek, zei hij: "Laura, als jij me de viool brengt, zal ik eens muziek maken". Toen vulde hij het huis met deze vrolijke muziek.
(levendig)
Oh, Charley he's a fine young man,
Oh Charley he's a dandy!
Charley likes to kiss the girls
And he can do it handy!
Refrein:
I don't want none of your weevily wheat,
I don't want none of your barley,
I want fine flour in half an hour,
To bake a cake for Charley!
Charley's here and Charley's there
And Charley's over the ocean.
Charley he'll come back some day
Unless het takes a notion.
I don't want none of your weevily wheat,
I don't want none of your barley,
I want fine flour in half an hour,
To bake a cake for Charley
Coffee grows on white-oak trees,
River flows with brandy,
Choose you one to roam with you
Sweet as 'lasses candy.
I don't want none of your weevily wheat,
I don't want none of your barley,
I want fine flour in half an hour,
To bake a cake for Charley
Woorden en muziek zijn origineel Amerikaans.
In dit danslied zijn herinneringen aan de opstand van de jacobieten uit 1745 en van Bonnie Prince Charlie verwerkt. Het werd wijdverbreid gebruikt op feestjes met de stappen van de Virginia Reel.
Toen Pa veilig thuiskwam, nadat hij was ingesneeuwd bij Plum Creek, zei hij: "Laura, als jij me de viool brengt, zal ik eens muziek maken". Toen vulde hij het huis met deze vrolijke muziek.
(levendig)
Oh, Charley he's a fine young man,
Oh Charley he's a dandy!
Charley likes to kiss the girls
And he can do it handy!
Refrein:
I don't want none of your weevily wheat,
I don't want none of your barley,
I want fine flour in half an hour,
To bake a cake for Charley!
Charley's here and Charley's there
And Charley's over the ocean.
Charley he'll come back some day
Unless het takes a notion.
I don't want none of your weevily wheat,
I don't want none of your barley,
I want fine flour in half an hour,
To bake a cake for Charley
Coffee grows on white-oak trees,
River flows with brandy,
Choose you one to roam with you
Sweet as 'lasses candy.
I don't want none of your weevily wheat,
I don't want none of your barley,
I want fine flour in half an hour,
To bake a cake for Charley
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Mieke
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The Star Spangled Banner
Woorden door Francis Scott Key.
Muziek door John Stafford Smith
Uit 1814
De woorden van ons volkslied werden geschreven gedurende het bombardement op Ford Henry, vlakbij Baltimore, gedurende de oorlog van 1812. Ze werden gemaakt op de Engelse melodie van "Anacreaon in heaven".
Tijdens de viering van 4 juli, toen Almanzo nog een kleine jongen was, speelde de band en iedereen zong mee: " Oh say can you see...."
Plechtig, formeel
Oh say, can you see, By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming?
Whose board stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh! say, does that starspangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep
As is fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses;
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.
'Tis the starspangled banner! Oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh thus be it ever, when free men shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Bless'd with victory and peace, may the heavenrescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
The conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In god is our trust!"
And the starspangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Woorden door Francis Scott Key.
Muziek door John Stafford Smith
Uit 1814
De woorden van ons volkslied werden geschreven gedurende het bombardement op Ford Henry, vlakbij Baltimore, gedurende de oorlog van 1812. Ze werden gemaakt op de Engelse melodie van "Anacreaon in heaven".
Tijdens de viering van 4 juli, toen Almanzo nog een kleine jongen was, speelde de band en iedereen zong mee: " Oh say can you see...."
Plechtig, formeel
Oh say, can you see, By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming?
Whose board stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh! say, does that starspangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep
As is fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses;
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.
'Tis the starspangled banner! Oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh thus be it ever, when free men shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Bless'd with victory and peace, may the heavenrescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
The conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In god is our trust!"
And the starspangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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When Johnny comes marching home
Woorden en Muziek door Patrick Gilmore. (pseodoniem Louis Lambert). Uit 1863.
Patrick Gilmore, een beroemde kapermeester, publiseerde dit lied onder het pseudoniem Louis Lambert. Het is een favoriet liedje geweest sinds de Civil War.
Op de avond nadat Pa was teruggekeerd van zijn hulp bij het oogsten, keek hij de kring rond naar Ma en de meisjes en zei hij: "dit heb ik gemist". Toen begon hij de bekende liedjes te spelen.
Levendig, marstempo
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah, Hurrah,
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah, Hurrah;
The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy, Hurrah, Hurrah,
To welcome home our darling boy, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The village lads and lassies gay, with roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.
Get ready for the jubilee, Hurrah, Hurrah,
We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The Laurel wreath is ready now, to place upon his lovely brow,
And we'll all fell gay when Johnny comes marching home.
Woorden en Muziek door Patrick Gilmore. (pseodoniem Louis Lambert). Uit 1863.
Patrick Gilmore, een beroemde kapermeester, publiseerde dit lied onder het pseudoniem Louis Lambert. Het is een favoriet liedje geweest sinds de Civil War.
Op de avond nadat Pa was teruggekeerd van zijn hulp bij het oogsten, keek hij de kring rond naar Ma en de meisjes en zei hij: "dit heb ik gemist". Toen begon hij de bekende liedjes te spelen.
Levendig, marstempo
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah, Hurrah,
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah, Hurrah;
The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy, Hurrah, Hurrah,
To welcome home our darling boy, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The village lads and lassies gay, with roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.
Get ready for the jubilee, Hurrah, Hurrah,
We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The Laurel wreath is ready now, to place upon his lovely brow,
And we'll all fell gay when Johnny comes marching home.
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Mieke
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Hail Columbia
Woorden door Joseph Hopkinson
muziek door Philip Phile
Uit 1798
Dit lied werd geschreven in een tijd dat een oorlog met Frankrijk onafwendbaar leek. Vele jaren rivaliseerde dit lied met "The star-spangeld banner" als een van de favoriete patriottistische liedjes.
na het avondeten verzamelde de familie Ingalls zich om de warmte van de oven en zong pa: " Hail, ye heroes, Heaven born band"
Majesteitelijk, mars tempo
Hail! Columbia, happy land!
Hail, ye heroes heav'nborn band!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storms of warwasgone,
Enjoy'd the peace your valour won;
Let independence be our boast,
In ever mindful what it costs,
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Immortal patriots, rise once more!
Defend your rights, defend your shore!
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies,
Of toil and blood, the wellearn'd prize;
While of'ring peace, Sincere and just,
In heaven we place a manly trust
That truth and justice will prevail
And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Sound, sound the trump of fame!
Let Washington's great name
Ring through the world with loud applause!
Ring through the world with loud applause!
Let ev'ry clime to freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear!
With equal skill, with godlike power,
He governs in the fearful hour
Of horrid war, or guides with ease
The happier times of honest peace.
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
rallying round our liberty;
as a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Behold the chief who now commands!
Once more to serve his country stands!
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat,
But arm'd in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fix'd on Heaven and you;
When hope was sinking in dismay,
When blooms obscured Columbia's day;
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty!
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
rallying round our liberty;
as a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Woorden door Joseph Hopkinson
muziek door Philip Phile
Uit 1798
Dit lied werd geschreven in een tijd dat een oorlog met Frankrijk onafwendbaar leek. Vele jaren rivaliseerde dit lied met "The star-spangeld banner" als een van de favoriete patriottistische liedjes.
na het avondeten verzamelde de familie Ingalls zich om de warmte van de oven en zong pa: " Hail, ye heroes, Heaven born band"
Majesteitelijk, mars tempo
Hail! Columbia, happy land!
Hail, ye heroes heav'nborn band!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storms of warwasgone,
Enjoy'd the peace your valour won;
Let independence be our boast,
In ever mindful what it costs,
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Immortal patriots, rise once more!
Defend your rights, defend your shore!
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies,
Of toil and blood, the wellearn'd prize;
While of'ring peace, Sincere and just,
In heaven we place a manly trust
That truth and justice will prevail
And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Sound, sound the trump of fame!
Let Washington's great name
Ring through the world with loud applause!
Ring through the world with loud applause!
Let ev'ry clime to freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear!
With equal skill, with godlike power,
He governs in the fearful hour
Of horrid war, or guides with ease
The happier times of honest peace.
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
rallying round our liberty;
as a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Behold the chief who now commands!
Once more to serve his country stands!
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat,
But arm'd in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fix'd on Heaven and you;
When hope was sinking in dismay,
When blooms obscured Columbia's day;
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty!
Refrein:
Firm, united, let us be,
rallying round our liberty;
as a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
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Mieke
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Uncle Sam's Farm
Woorden en muziek door Jesse Hutchinson, Jr.
Origineel is de muziek gearrangeerd door N. Barker
Uit 1850
Concerttouren van zingende families waren een populaire vorm van muziek-entertainment tussen 1840 tot 1860 in de USA. De meest bekenden waren de Hutchinsons. Jess Hutchinson Jr. schreef een groot aantal van hun liedjes.
Pa zong dit lied vaak als hij naar het Westen reed, naar Dakota Territory. Zelfs Baby Grace zong mee, hoewel ze zich niets aantrok van de wijs.
Marstempo.
Of all the mighty nations
In the East of in the West,
Oh, this glorious Yankee nation
Is the greatest and the best,
We have room for all creations
And our banner is unfurl'd,
Here's a gen'ral invitation
To the People of the world.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
St. Lawrence marks our northern line
As fast her water's flow;
And the Rio Grande our Southern bound,
'Way to Mexico;
From the great Atlantic Ocean
Where the sun begins to dawn,
Leap across the Rocky Mountains
Far away to Oregon.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
While the South shall raise the cotton
And the West the corn and pork,
New England manufactories
Shall do up the finer work,
For the deep and flowing waterfalls
That course along our hills,
Are just the thing for washing sheep
And driving cotton mills.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
Our fathers gave us Liberty
But little did they dream,
The grand results that pour along
This mighty age of steam,
For our mountains, lakes and rivers
Are all a blaze of fire,
And we send our news by lightning
On the telegraphic wire.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
Yes! we're bound to beat the nations
For our motto's "Go ahead"
And we'll tell the foreign countries
That our people are well-fed,
For the antions must remember
That Uncle Sam is nog a fool,
For the people do the voting
And the children go to school.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
Woorden en muziek door Jesse Hutchinson, Jr.
Origineel is de muziek gearrangeerd door N. Barker
Uit 1850
Concerttouren van zingende families waren een populaire vorm van muziek-entertainment tussen 1840 tot 1860 in de USA. De meest bekenden waren de Hutchinsons. Jess Hutchinson Jr. schreef een groot aantal van hun liedjes.
Pa zong dit lied vaak als hij naar het Westen reed, naar Dakota Territory. Zelfs Baby Grace zong mee, hoewel ze zich niets aantrok van de wijs.
Marstempo.
Of all the mighty nations
In the East of in the West,
Oh, this glorious Yankee nation
Is the greatest and the best,
We have room for all creations
And our banner is unfurl'd,
Here's a gen'ral invitation
To the People of the world.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
St. Lawrence marks our northern line
As fast her water's flow;
And the Rio Grande our Southern bound,
'Way to Mexico;
From the great Atlantic Ocean
Where the sun begins to dawn,
Leap across the Rocky Mountains
Far away to Oregon.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
While the South shall raise the cotton
And the West the corn and pork,
New England manufactories
Shall do up the finer work,
For the deep and flowing waterfalls
That course along our hills,
Are just the thing for washing sheep
And driving cotton mills.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
Our fathers gave us Liberty
But little did they dream,
The grand results that pour along
This mighty age of steam,
For our mountains, lakes and rivers
Are all a blaze of fire,
And we send our news by lightning
On the telegraphic wire.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!
Yes! we're bound to beat the nations
For our motto's "Go ahead"
And we'll tell the foreign countries
That our people are well-fed,
For the antions must remember
That Uncle Sam is nog a fool,
For the people do the voting
And the children go to school.
Refrein:
Oh, Come away!!! Come away! Come away, I say!
Oh, come away! Com away! Come right away!
Oh, come to this country and have no fear of harm,
Our Uncle Sam is rich enough,
To give us all a farm!