"A booklet to cherish permanently." — The long island Times.
With this considerable selection of actual ballads and songs, you could immerse your self within the wealthy culture and history of yankee folks song. notice the variety, spontaneity, free-flowing melody, and sheer invention of ratings of songs sung by way of cowboys and convicts, lumberjacks, hobos, miners, plantation slaves, mountaineers, infantrymen, and plenty of others.
One of the awesome positive factors of this assortment is its authenticity. some of the songs have been recorded "on position" through famous folklorist John A. Lomax and his much more well-known son, Alan, as they traveled round the usa. the consequences are firsthand models of track and lyrics for over 2 hundred railroad songs, chain-gang songs, mountain songs, Creole songs, cocaine and whisky songs, "reels," minstrel songs, songs of formative years, and a bunch of others. between them are such regular favorites as "John Henry," "Goin' Home," "Frankie and Albert," "Down within the Valley," "Little Brown Jug," "Alabama-Bound," "Shortenin' Bread," "Skip to My Lou," "Frog Went a-Courtin'," and a number of others. a great advent, notes on every one track, a bibliography, and an index around out this huge and necessary collection.
Musician, musicologists, folklorists, singers — a person drawn to American people song — will welcome this treasury of undying tune amassed in a single convenient, low-cost volume.
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