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Halamus Publishing - Archived Articles - # 15, June, 2003



 

FOLK MUSIC VIOLIN

The Articles from the Monthly Newsletters

Written by

M. Lesley Halamek



June, 2003:–


SONG: "Rosin the Bow", ("Roisin the Bow") – Traditional Irish Melody

… Alias:

  • "Rosin the Beau"
  • "The Catalpa"
  • "Acres of Clams" (Old Settler's Song)
  • "Freemen, Rally" (an American Civil War song: the Union side)
  • "The Good Living" (Steven Sellors)
  • "The Liberty Ball" (Jesse Hutchinson)
  • "Lincoln and Liberty" (Jesse Hutchinson)
  • "Self-Employed Worker"
  • "Paddle My Own Canoe"
  • "Men of the West"
  • "He's the Man for Me"
  • etc., etc.
There is a suggestion that "Rosin the Bow/Beau may be a gentle play on words,
i.e. Rosin (lubrication) for the bow and whisk(e)y (lubrication) for the Beau (fiddler).





The Traditional Irish Fiddle Melody "Rosin the Bow (et al) is on Page 25 of

"Folksongs for the Violin", Part 3 : Third Position, Modes, and Pentatones
(A Graded Selection of Melodies for Beginners of All Ages).

Details on the MUSIC PAGE



Rosin (Roisin) the Bow

I've travelled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink &c.
Saying &c.

Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory &c.
Let them drink &c.

Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it &c.
And dig &c.

Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name &c.
With a diamond &c.

I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble &c.
I know that &c.

I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink &c.
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.

Irish Song Lyrics and Music Midi
ireland-information.com/irishmusic/roisinthebow.shtml

 

ROSIN, THE BEAU

I have travelled this wide world over,
And now to another I'll go;
I know that good quarters are waiting,
To welcome old Rosin, the beau.
To welcome old Rosin, the beau,
To welcome old Rosin, the beau,
I know that good quarters are waiting,
To welcome old Rosin, the beau.

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter,
A voice you will hear from below,
Singing out whiskey and water
To drink to old Rosin, the beau.
And when I am dead, I reckon
The ladies will all want to know--
Just lift the lid off the coffin,
And look at old Rosin, the beau.
And look, &c.

You must get some dozen good fellows,
And stand them all round in a row,
And drink out of half gallon bottles,
To the name of old Rosin, the beau.
To the name, &c.

Get four or five jovial young fellows,
And let them all staggering go
And dig a deep hole in the meadow,
And in it toss Rosin, the beau.
And in it, &c.

Then get you a couple of tombstones,
Place one at my head and my toe;
And do not fail to scratch on it
The name of old Rosin, the beau.
The name, &c.

I feel the grim tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe,
Who spares neither age nor condition,
Nor even old Rosin, the beau.
Nor even, &c.

From the Bodleian Library (Oxford University)
Ballad Index….
http://www.bodley.ox.ac.uk/ballads/
Search Term: "Rosin the Beau"



Here are the Lyrics to "FREEMEN, Rally" (printed, New York, c.1860),
To the tune of "Rosin the Bow"


FREEMEN, RALLY!

Awake from your slumbers, Brave Heroes!
And hark to the bugle's deep tones,
That calls you to fight for your country!
Swear vengeance by Patriots' Sons!

Chorus:
For we'll be united for ever
Come, join in the chorus so true;
Our 84 Star-spangled Banner!
Our glorious Red, White and Blue!

Jeff Davis we'll serve as was Arnold,
He'll meet with a vile traitor's doom;
The Union men never will let him
Sweep clean with his secession broom.

Chorus.

To others we will pay attention,
And look to their welfare and rocks;
Buy a rope for Secessor Vice Stephens,
And pay in Confederate Stocks.

Chorus.

Gen. Johnson we know is a traitor;
To call him so, seems very hard:
We'll stigmatise him with the honor,
Hang him next to his friend Beauregard.

Chorus.

 



We'll soon hear of a dissolution
Of the firm of Jeff Davis and Co.
Their Confederate Bonds they will pack up,
And up the Salt-River they'll go.

Chorus

If we march down, we will take them,
And don't care for even John Bull:
For he knows that this is brave Scott-Land;
The South knows that we have some Wool.

Chorus.

Then let us Hurrah for the Union,
Determined we never will swerve;
For, By the Eternal! Our Union
It must, and it shall be preserved.



From the Bodleian Library
(Oxford University) Ballad Index….
http://www.bodley.ox.ac.uk/ballads/
Search Term: "Rosin the Bow"




The Catalpa

Q: What was the "Catalpa"?

A: The "Catalpa" was a 200 ton whaling ship which sailed from the Port of New Bedford, Massachusetts, on the morning of April 29, 1875.

"The mission:
Rescue six Irish political prisoners from a British prison in Fremantle, Western Australia, and bring them safely to America."

For the story of the "Catalpa" (from the Irish viewpoint):

1. Read: "The Catalpa Expedition" by John J. Boyle
http://members.aol.com/jcrct/catalpa.html

2. Then go to: http://www.irishaustralia.com/Australian/Patriots/RebelsIndex.htm
scroll down, and click on:

Catalpa Rescue
(http://www.irishaustralia.com/Australian/Patriots/catalpa.htm )



The Catalpa
(from a Mudcat thread…)

"First published in Three Street Ballads in 1957
This version was collected by Russel Ward from Victor Courtney a journalist on the Sunday Times, Perth, Western Australia, who commented, "I remember in my early days as a cadet hearing a band of old boys in a pub in Fremantle singing this song. It is said that the song became so popular that it was banned by the authority of the day and jail was threatened to anyone caught singing it. It was suggested, too, that the escape was made easy because there was plenty of American gold and some of it was placed in the hands of unscrupulous warders. The incident took place in April 1876."

The escape of the six Fenians from Freemantle Jail was funded by collections in Australia and the United States. Over three thousand pounds was collected in Australia…."





CATALPA

A noble whale ship and commander
Called the Catalpa, they say
Came out to Western Australia
And took six poor Fenians away

chorus:
So come all you screw warders and jailers
Remember Perth regatta day
Take care of the rest of your Fenians
Or the Yankees will steal them away

Seven long years had they served here
And seven long more had to stay
For defending their country Old Ireland
For that they were banished away

You kept them in Western Australia
Till their hair began to turn grey
When a Yank from the States of America
Came out here and stole them away

 



Now all the Perth boats were a-racing
And making short tacks for the spot
But the Yankee she tacked into Fremantle
And took the best prize of the lot

The Georgette armed with bold warriors
Went out the poor Yanks to arrest
But she hoisted her star-spangled banner
Saying you'll not board me I guess

So remember those six Fenians colonial
And sing o'er these few verses with skill
And remember the Yankee that stole them
And the home that they left on the hill

Now they've landed safe in America
And there will be able to cry
Hoist up the green flag and shamrock
Hurrah for old Ireland we'll die







THE LIBERTY BALL

(Jesse Hutchinson)

Come all ye true friends of the nation
Attend to Humanity's call;
Come aid in the slaves' liberation
And roll on the Liberty Ball.

And roll on the Liberty Ball
And roll on the Liberty Ball;
Come aid in the slaves' liberation
And roll on the Liberty Ball.

We're foes unto wrong and oppression,
No matter which side of the sea;
And ever intend to oppose them
Till all of God's creatures are free.

Till all of God's creatures are free etc.

We'll finish the Temple of Freedom
And make it capacious within,
And all who seek shelter may find it
Whatever the hue of their skin.

Whatever the hue of their skin etc.

Success to the old-fashioned doctrine,
That men are created all free;
And down with the power of the despot
Wherever his strongholds may be.

Wherever his strongholds may be etc.

The liberty hosts are advancing,
For freedom to all, they declare;
The downtrodden millions are sighing
Come break up our gloom of despair.

Come break up our gloom of despair etc.


Tune: Rosin the Beau

 

LINCOLN AND LIBERTY

(Jesse Hutchinson)

Hurrah for the choice of the nation,
Our chieftain so brave and so true,
We'll go for the great reformation,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too!

We'll go for the son of Kentucky
The hero of Hoosierdom through,
The pride of the "Suckers" so lucky,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too!

They'll find what by felling and mauling,
Our railmaker statesman can do;
For the people are everywhere calling
For Lincoln and Liberty too.

Then up with the banner so glorious,
The star-spangled red, white, and blue,
We'll fight till our banner's victorious,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too.

Our David's good sling is unerring,
The Slavocrat's giant he slew,
Then shout for the freedom preferring,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too.

We'll go for the son of Kentucky,
The hero of Hoosierdom through,
The pride of the "Suckers" so lucky,
For Lincoln and Liberty, too.


Tune: Rosin the Beau






Another early American song:

OLD SETTLER'S SONG or
ACRES OF CLAMS

I've traveled all over this country
Prospecting and digging for gold
I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled
And I have been frequently sold

For each man who got rich by mining
Perceiving that hundreds grew poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that was sure

So, rolling my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground
I started one morning to shank it
For the country they call Puget Sound

Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped in fog
And covered all over with timber
Thick as hair on the back of a dog

When I looked on the prospects so gloomy
The tears trickled over my face
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumping-off place


 






I staked me a claim in the forest
And sat myself down to hard toil
For two years I chopped and I struggled
But I never got down to the soil

I tried to get out of the country
But poverty forced me to stay
Until I became an old settler
Then nothing could drive me away

And now that I'm used to the climate
I think that if a man ever found
A place to live easy and happy
That Eden is on Puget Sound

No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its shams
As I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams


Tune: Rosin the Bow






You can find more lyrics and info at:
http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=10100


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