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Song-Cycle from the Bagpipe Opera "Tulsa"
Author(s): Tom Hubbard
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NEGRO SPIRITUAL #1
(Adapted from the African-American English)
Rowl, Jordan, rowl,
Rowl, Jordan, rowl,
I want ti gang ti Heiven whan I dee,
Ti hear auld Jordan rowl.
O brithers
Rowl, Jordan, rowl,
Rowl, Jordan, rowl,
Want ti gang ti Heiven whan I dee,
Ti hear auld Jordan rowl.
O brithers, you ocht t’hae been there
Ay, Lord,
Sittin upby i the kinrik,
Ti hear auld Jordan rowl.
Sing it ower,
O rowl.
O, rowl, Jordan, rowl.
I want ti gang to Heiven whan I dee,
Ti hear auld Jordan rowl.
CHARLES KERR’S PRAISE-POEM TO THE APPALACHIANS:
HE SINGS TO HIS WIFE ANNA, RECALLING THEIR YOUTH TOGETHER
O Anna we hae been blest in this life o oors
And we maun mak blessins fir ithers in retour.
Thon is oor mission, here at the faur side o Appalachia:
For you and I, we hae coorted alang the trails o Appalachia …
As the sun sprinkled throu the forest on-ti the ever-quickenin creeks,
As the gloamin fell upon the sacrit flet rock
Warm and sheenin whaur the Cherokee langsyne
Incaa’d their forefolk, hailin the Gret Speerit. –
O Anna, luve,
Wadna my ain forefolk, sons o thon same Gret Speerit,
As brithers o aa races hauden-doun and movit-on,
Wadna they bless the enbrace o thir twa launds,
My Scotland, my America; oor Alba, oor Appalachia …
O Anna think o the airts o Appalachia
And their braw place-names, fair dirlin i the lug.
We waukened ti new life wi oor young kisses
Ablow the faas o Catawba, aside the tweestin pad
By the stane brig that led ti Rattlesnake Lodge.
O rare Nantahala, the glen at Dysart Springs,
The common poetrie o twa nations’ namins,
The Indians and the Scots … The man and wumman
Wha’d hike thir trails cuidna dae itherwise
Nor faa inti ilk ither’s airms. Praise God,
Praise the … Gret Speerit … frae Him comes luve,
The grettest thing i the warld.
And sae, I speir … whit fir suid folk like us
No hae oor kirks upon a haly crag
Wi God’s domain spreid braidlie ti oor view,
Ocean o green, billowin ower the hills ayont
Ti the blae ridge, and at the horizon fadin
The cramasie lift that, at the daith o day,
Gies promise o new dawin? – There, there’s the true heich kirk!
The red man needs nae biggin fir ti worship:
The white man, tho, needs waas fir sanctuarie,
The bleck man, aa the mair …
SONG OF THE REDNECK / GUTTER PRESS / OILMEN ALLIANCE
Whan oor wey o life is threatened and the darkies stert ti lowp,
And the New Warld Order looks like tummlin in the cowp,
Then ilka true patriot maun git aff his dowp
And fecht fir his yle. [yle = oil]
God Himsel gien us dominion – ower the haill o the yirth:
Democracie fir aabody, baur folk o lesser birth;
Oor empire (and oor bellies) ken nae limit ti their girth,
Sae lat’s fecht, fecht fir wir yle.
Ye’re for us, or agin us, that’s whit the mannie said;
Sae come up, y’all, and jyne oor great CRUSADE,
Itherwise, we’ll find ye oot, and leave ye warse than DAID,
Gin ye dinna fecht fir yle.
It’s bleck stuff, no the blecks, that maks us kinda snazzy,
And we’re no fir the haill jing-bang ti gurgle doun the kazzy:
Sae lat’s declare oor Holy War, and spare nae razz-a-ma-tazzy,
It’s their bluid, but it’s oor YLE!
NEGRO SPIRITUAL #2
(Adapted from the African-American English)
Ma Lord he lowsit Daniel,
Daniel frae the lion’s den;
Ma Lord he lowsit Daniel,
Wha’s hauden-doun syne then?
He lowsit Daniel frae the lion’s den,
Jonah frae the wame o the whale,
Three Hebrews frae the brennin furnace,
- But why no lowse the haill?
Ma Lord he lowsit Daniel,
Daniel frae the lion’s den,
Ma Lord he lowsit Daniel
- Will he no come back again?
Lat the müne rin doun in a purpour stream,
And the sun be sweir ti shine,
Lat ilka starn fade like a dream,
Gin their Lord isna mine.
Ma Lord he lowsit Daniel,
As ilka Christian lairns;
Ma Lord he lowsit Daniel
- But why no aa his bairns?
I set my fuit on the Gospel ship,
And the ship begoud ti sail:
It laundit me ower on Canaan’s shore,
And I’ll tak nae mair my weary trail.
Daniel wis lowsit frae a lion’s den,
Jonah frae the wame o a whale;
O Lord, you set thir guid folk free:
Nou set that blessin on the haill!
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