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Global Banjar

by The Hardtacks

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If I was rich then I'd have money, I'd build a stable for my donkey. But the taxes am so very high, They make the rent go to the sky.
Jim Crow 04:21
De great Nullification, And de fuss in de south, Is now before Congress, To be tried by de word ob mouth. Dey hab had no blows yet, An I hope dey nebber will, For its berry cruel in bredren, One anoders blood to spill. Should dey get to fighting, Perhaps de bracks will rise, For deir wish for freedom Is shining in deir eyes, An if de bracks should get free, I guess they’ll feel some bigger, An I shall consider it, A bold troke for de [ NEGRO ].! I am for freedom, An for union altogeder, Although I am a brack man, De white is called my broder. What stuff it is in dem To make de debil brack, I’ll prove dat he is white, In de twinkling of a crack. For you see lobed brodders, As true as he hab a tail, It he berry wickedness, What make he turn pale.
Such a gwine around de horn and a cotchin ob de cold, And a waitin round de table on de white folks, Such a scratchin ob de grabble, and a diggin ob de gold, Oh [ NOW I'VE GOT TO ] trabble wid de white folks. To de land, Oh to de land, To de land, Oh to de land, Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh fare you well my lub, now I bid to you adieu, For I’m off for Nicaragua in de mornin. I stopped on de Isthmus my fortune for to try, To sing dis song and play for Gen’l Walker, Oh I neber shall forget until de day I die, Dere was hard times den in Nicaragua. To de land, &c. I struck em up a tune, and dey all begin to plance, Dis music ebry one took great delight in. It made em think of home when dey got thro’ de dance, Oh dey’re de boys dats got de game for fightin. To de land, &c. Dey blowed upon de fife, and beat upon de drum, When dey found de Costa Ricans was advancin, Gen’l Walker said, guess wed better let em come, Dey shall hab a ball, to set em all a dancin. To de land, &c. De little grey eyed man begin to call aloud, De figures for to set de ball in motion, We’ll furnish dem wid music and feel it mighty proud, Now go in boys, and make em change dare notion. To de land, &c. So we pull’d off our coats, and we rolled up our sleeves, You ought to see de Costa Ricans trabble, Jordan was a hard road dey all began to believe, For de todder side dey gin to scratch a grabble. To de land, &c.
I'm thinking of poor Uncle Tom, So generous, kind, and brave; The white man came when he was young. And claim'd him as his slave. Accursed he those sordid knaves Across th' Atlantic sea. Who traffic thus in human flesh, In a land they boast as free ! Oh. poor Tom. poor Uncle Tom. For thee kind pity's tear we crave ; Oh, poor Tom. poor Uncle Tom, The good old negro slave ! Awhile amid his lot so drear. Some joy 'twas his to find : His wife and little ones were dear, His master, too. was kind. His cabin it was clean and neat. He'd all he wished to crave ; And thus with a contented mind, Forgot he was a slave. But fortune on his master frown'd. When years thus on had roll'd ; And Uncle Tom, his faithful slave, Was to another sold. In vain lor mercy he did pray? Oh, what a scene was there ! Tom from his wife and little ones, The bondsman's chain to bear. Alas ! who changed was poor Tom's fate, How heavy were his cares ; Doom'd to endure the galling lash. In fain were all his tears. How scant his meal, his dwelling too, A wretched, filthy shed ; And after many hours of toil, A heap of straw his bed. And thus for many a weary year Did Uncle Tom remain ; When heaven, in mercy. to his home Restored him once again. The poor old negro's toil was o'er. At length repose was nigh : He saw his wise and little ones, he saw them?but to die! And shall the sordid, brutal wretch, Of human souls the ban ? Shall he who is but man himself, Enslave his fellow man ? Oh, are we not kith and kin? Then all united be, To give to each other a brother's hand, And set the black man free.
Den I lookee to de Norf, an’ I lookee to de Souf, An’ spied a mighty purty flower garden, An’ old Fader Miller a blowin’ the clarionet, To invite us on the odder side o’ Jordan. -- Then pull off your coats, roll up your sleeves, ---- Jordan is a hard road to travel. -- Then pull off your coats, roll up your sleeves, ---- Jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe Uncle Tom’s Cabin never was written by mortal hands, It never was, and there’s no use of talking, It was written long ago by Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe, When she lived on the other side of Jordan. Poor Old Uncle Tom had a berry hard time, Tho’ he asked Mrs. Beecher’s toe’s pardon, But she never will diskiver what a wicked thing she did, Till she tries to reach de odder side o’ Jordan, Uncle Sam’s Black Slave hab got a mighty hard time, But de “White Slave ob England” a more hard one, An’ I radder do believe Uncle Sam comes out de best, An’ he needn’t fear de odder side o’ Jordan. ~ The ladies of England have sent a big address ~ About slavery, and all its horrors, according, ~ They had better look at home, to their own white slaves, ~ That are starving on the English side of Jordan. Den here’s to Columbia de country of de free, Tho’ I ax all de odder nations pardon, Let dem take my advice, an’ for freedom let dem fight, Or dey’ll never see de odder side o’ Jordan.
Oh de law gals, don't you hear the [ BAND IS ] singin' Rip up in de skidda-ma-jig, dah, Rip up in de skidda-ma-doo-dah, Plays upon the banjo, don't you hear the cymbals ringin' Rip up in the skidda-ma-jig, Hoop-de-dooden doo!
Tycoon Jig 01:53


Delineates the development of diverse national, racial, and class identities in antebellum pop/folk banjo music from various corners of the 19th century globe…



released March 11, 2016

Marek Bennett
Woody Pringle
~ with ~
Jack Bopp
Steve Brown
Beth Eldridge
Doug Farrell
Emily Hague




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THE HARDTACKS explore 19th century history & culture with unique combinations of period music, quotes, & visual materials...

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