124. THESE ARE ALL MY FATHER'S CHILDREN. Dese all my fader's children, Dese all my fader's children, Dese all my fa der's children, Out- shine de sun. My fader's done wid de trouble o' de world, wid de trouble o' de world, wid de trouble o' de world, My fader's done wid de trouble o' de world, Outshine de sun. 垂 [This is interesting as being probably the original of "Trouble of the world" (No. 10.) and peculiarly so from the following custom, which is described by a North Carolina negro as existing in South Carolina. When a pater-familias dies, his family assemble in the room where the coffin is, and, ranging them. selves round the body in the order of age and relationship, sing this hymn, marching round and round. They also take the youngest and pass him first over and then under the coffin. Then two men take the coffin on their shoulders and carry it on the run to the grave.] 125. THE OLD SHIP OF ZION. [We have received two versions of the "Old Ship of Zion," quite different from each other and from those given by Col. Higginson. The first was sung twenty-five years ago by the colored people of Ann Arundel Co., Maryland. The words may be found in "The Chorus" (Philadelphia: A. S. Jenks, 1860,) p. 170. (Compare, also, p. 167.) 1. What ship is that you're en-list- ed up-on? O glo-ry hal- le jah! 'Tis the old ship of Zi - on, hal- le - lu - jah! 2 And who is the Captain of the ship that you're on?-O glory, etc. My Saviour is the Captain, hallelujah! [The other is from North Carolina :] 2 4 1. Don't you see that ship a - sailin', a - sail in', sail-in', sail - in', Gwine o - ver to the Promised Land? 2 She sails like she is heavy loaded. 3 King Jesus is the Captain. 4 The Holy Ghost is the Pilot. Come along, Mo-ses,* don't get lost, don't get lost, don't get lost, Come along, Mo-ses, don't get lost, We are the peoplet of God. 1. We have a just God to plead-a our cause, to plead-a our cause, to plead-a our cause, We have a just God to plead-a our cause, We are the people of God. 2 He sits in the Heaven and he answers prayer. 3 Stretch out your rod and come across. * Judy, Aaron. + Children. # [This air has in parts a suspicious resemblance to the Sunday-school hymn ""Tis religion that can give," which has become very wide-spread in the South since the war. Mrs. James, however, heard it from an old woman in North Carolina, early in 1862, which would seem to vouch for its genuineness.] |