Our Singing Country
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"OP Massa, don't you whip me, I'll give you half a dollar," Johnny, won't you ramble? Hoe, hoe, hoe. |
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7 "No, no, bully boy,
I'd rather hear you holler." Johnny, won't you ramble? Hoe, hoe, hoe. |
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PAULINE
/. No. 176. Allen Prothero, Tennessee Penitentiary, Nashville, Tenn., 1933. See "Didn5 OP John Cross the Water on His Knees?", p. 384.
In the Nashville penitentiary Allen Prothero, a Negro convict from Chattanooga, sang "Pauline" in tones as clear as a silver trumpet. White friends interested themselves in his case, but the Governor's parole found Allen Prothero dead from tuberculosis—"galloping consumption." This song will stand as a monument to him. It shows its kinship with a whole school of work songs,* but it is his own highly individual rearrangement and, we think, one of the tenderest, most delicate love songs that ever came out of a huraan throat.
What's in a name? These names—Frankie, Rosie, Roxie, Jumpin5 Judy, Hattie Bell, Eadie, Marthy, Julie Ann, and Pauline—these women, the heroines of Negro work songs, will live as long as there are lovers of folk melodies.
* Cf. "Dicta' OP John Cross the Water," etc. |
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