The Washington herald., 1914-04-18
He keers Us tight At hoe and plow.
At work he ne'er forsakes rs.
Only time we has ter dance
IL when de cowhide riakes u.

they swung pick or AK Is:
Oh walk awbone-Jenny. come e. long;
In step. SaIhe. wid de bootees on
Good Lord remember mei Good Lord remember mel
Deg crucihed my Jesus an tore his kingdom down.
Romance In Georgia.
A tender love song. one never published
in any book of sonnets, follows:
went to see my true love.
She kick me out de do
fell inter de zig sly.
nebber go dAr no mo.
! bus my haid wide open.
i sho did scrspe mcr shin.
might nigh got drowned dar-
An nebber been back ergin.
Dat dsr come erions er fren mine.
He ben my fren befor
He hope me out dat ole Iig sly,
But I'll nebber 80 dar no mo-.
Jasper Whitfield. once owned by a noted
Georgia family OF his name. is still the
most inspiring singer in the South at re-
ligious me etings. He always lifts the col
lection on dollar Sunday and quarter
day." His best is "Mo'ners comm thru
My Lords 4 rock in the Wery Ian
The Wefy Ian. The ven Ian.
Ny Lord's a rock in the we'rS Ian.
shelter in the mighty storm.
Oh, When ! vas a sinner,
I sinned my distance well:
But when I come TO myself
! was hanging over he'll.
on Ny Gods a rock in the We'ry Ian
The We ~ Ian the Wc'y Ian.
Ye~s. Ny Gods a rock in the we'ry land
shelter in the mighty storm.
90 way long time mo neT
don't Rsnt yer in my hand:
! don't want nothin' but a true born soul.
Been washed in the blood of the lamb
Another that has won him fame is
''Walkin' thru Jew-ru-sa-lem jes' lax
John
North Georgia style.
The negroes of this section. as in all
other sections. find it impossible to work
in gangs without tightening their Iabors
with music. Their songs. for the most
part. are religious The two hymns which
are 'histed' most in this section are
Swing low. sweet chariot" and "Pha-
roah's army got drownded In de Red
Sea" The latter OF these could be
heard from morning until quitting time
Of evenings when the old canning fac
tory here employed scores of negroes in
one department. With a leader to sing
the verses. the shed under which they
worked fairly resounded with sound
when they all Joined in the chorus. Ap-
pended are two of the stanzas with
chorus:
Mine ont brudder hor yo' walk acros
De Red Sea.
Yo' foot might slip and yo soul be los
In de Red Sea.
De dehhiIs mad an I is Ead-
He done los one soul he thought he had
In de Rcd Sea.
Old Phar' oh he 81: drovnded drc-nded. drownded
oh. Phar'oh : army got droWnded
In de Red Sea.
Swing low. sweet chariot cune To- ter carry me
HON.
Look ob-r yanda what se
A han OBJ angels Coming after
SWING low. sweet chariot. come To- ter carry ne
home.
Cornish ncking songs.
John p. Bowdoin. of Adairsville. writes:
Back in the good old days when the
world seemed. and in reality was, much
younger. a corn shucking was an event
On clear. fine nights in October and No
vember the negroes of the North Georgia
plant atoms were won't to gather at these
annual jollifiCations. All hands were
seated around the corn and the leader
mounted the pile. II the crowd was
large they were divided and there were
two leaders.
Lsadsr-Oh amt YOU got no brandy, boys!
Droners-Brandy's guoe away.
Leader-Oh. Brandy. 1OnE call)
DruneTs-Brandy's some aSst.
There were hundreds OF these songs.
Gen. Jackson's Army Hogs in My
Cornfield' and Round 1t Up the Corn
but no man will ever he able really to
put these melodies on paper. The corn
all shucked. the landlord was placed on
the shoulders OF two stalwart blacks
and the whole procession moved toward
the big house again droninG the songs
that live now only in memory
Next to the constructing songs came
the chopping songs. Alternating with
every stroke of the AK:
Over Wonder
Amt yOI sorry!
Farewell
GoOd-by,
The negro banjo songs are those with
the real melody. Where they got them
will perhaps never he known. There was
one song in this section which ran like
this:
Gwine long down TO town.
Liquor by the pound
Great big bowl to stir il in,
A spoon to STIR it round.
The Yellow Rose in Texas" was an
other favorite.
Westinghouse Songs.
J. D. Jones. of Jackson. writes: Love
for the old-time ballads and NANNY s
lullabies' still have a tender place in the
hearts Of the Southern people. When the