Memoirs of the American Folk-lore Society, Volume 3American Folk-lore Society, 1895 |
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Pagina 45 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Pagina 108 - is struck up, begin first walking and by-and-by shuffling round, one after the other, in a ring. The foot is hardly taken from the floor, and the progression is mainly due to a jerking, hitching motion, which agitates the entire shouter, and soon brings out streams of perspiration. Sometimes they dance silently, sometimes as they shuffle they sing the chorus of the spiritual, and sometimes the song itself is also sung by the dancers. But more frequently a band, composed 01 some of the best singers...
Pagina 108 - ... to be singing the same thing : the leading singer starts the words of each verse, often improvising, and the others, who " base " him, as it is called, strike in with the refrain, or even join in the solo, when the words are familiar. When the
Pagina 109 - Oh, whar shill we go w'en de great day comes, Wid de blowin' er de trumpits en de bangin' er de drums ? How many po' sinners'll be kotched out late En fine no latch ter de golden gate? No use fer ter wait twel ter-morrer! De sun musn't set on yo' sorrer, Sin's ez sharp ez a bamboo-brier— Oh, Lord!
Pagina 105 - ... of the voices will tone down, the rapid time will moderate, and the song be hushed into a wailing, melancholy strain. Thus it sinks into a very dirge, such as might be chanted at the grave, and be interpreted as representative of a leaden and a frowning sky, when all at once, without note of warning, there bursts forth the whole fury of the negro throats; shrill and thrilling is the outcry, and the contrast is as vivid as sunshine in the midst of rain.
Pagina 108 - base" begins the leader often stops, leaving the rest of the words to be guessed at, or it may be they are taken up by one of the other singers. And the "basers" themselves seem to follow their own whims, beginning when they please and leaving off when they please, striking an octave above or below (in case they have pitched the tune too...
Pagina 109 - Wid de blow | in' er de trumpits | en de bang | in' er de drums ? | How man | y po' sin | ners 'll be kotch'd out, late | En fine | no latch | ter de gold | in' gate. | " In other words, the songs depend for their melody and rhythm upon the musical quality of time, and not upon long or short, accented or unaccented syllables.
Pagina 108 - The voices of the colored people have a peculiar quality that nothing can imitate; and the intonations and delicate variations of even one singer cannot be reproduced on paper.
Pagina 107 - The Old Ship of Zion," where the refrain of " Glory, halleloo," in the chorus, keeps the congregation well together in the singing, and allows time for the leader to recall the next verse. (2.) River Songs, composed of single lines separated by a barbarous and unmeaning chorus, and sung by the " deck-hands " and " roustabouts," mainly for the howl. (3.) Plantation Songs, accompanying the mowers at the harvest, in which strong emphasis of rhythm was more important than words. (4.) Songs of Longing...
Pagina 71 - Crane-Crow. De man gone whey all de Crane-Crows use' to come. Now de man lay down an' make believe 'e vwas dead. Now hall de Crane-Crows come. All on 'em vwas singin'. CraneCrows vwas say'n, " Hunte' man dead to-day ; hunte' man dead today." Dis Queen Crane-Crow say, " Save 'is eye-ball fur me ! " Dey did n' vwan' believe 'e vwas dead. 'E sen' one o' de hudder Crane-Crows to pick 'im. Dis little Crane-Crow gone, 'e pick de man. B' Queen Crane-Crow 1 Cf. XIX., Harris, Uncle Remus; His Songs, etc.,...