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Subject: ADD: Bingen On the Rhine
From: katlaughing
Date: 27 Jul 99 - 02:48 PM

Hi, Susan, Dick, and/or Max,

Don't know if you enter poems in the DT, that should be songs or not. I posted this and another, Napoleon and the British Sailor, in the saddest songs thread and thought you might want to add them. If not, it's okay.

Thanks,

Kat

Bingen On the Rhine

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers
There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears;
But a comrade stood besides him, while his life-blood ebbed away,
And bent, with pitying glanced, to hear what he might say.
The dying soldier faltered, as he took his comrade's hand,
And he said, "I never more shall see my own, my native land;
Take a message, and a token, to some distant friends of mine,
For I was born at Bingen -- at Bingen on the Rhine.

"Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around
To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vintage ground,
That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done,
Full many a corse(sic) lay ghastly pale, beneath the setting sun.
And 'midst the dead and dying, were some grown old in wars,
The death-wound on their gallant breasts, the last of many scars;
But some were young -- and suddenly beheld life's morn decline,
And one had come from Bingen -- fair Bingen on the Rhine!

"Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age,
And I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage;
For my father was a soldier, and even as a child
My heart leapt forth to hear him tell of struggles, fierce and wild;
And when he died, and left us, to divide his scanty hoard,
I let them take what e'er they would, but kept my father's sword,
And with boyish pride I hung it where the bright light used to shine
On the cottage wall at Bingen -- calm Bingen on the Rhine.

"Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head,
When the troops are marching home again, with glad and gallant tread;
But to look upon them proudly, wiht a calm and steadfast eye,
For her brother was a soldier, too, and not afraid to die.
And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name,
To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame;
And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine),
For the honor of old Bingen -- dear Bingen on the Rhine.

"There's another -- not a sister; in the happy days gone by
You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye;
Too innocent for coquetry, -- to fond for idle scorning, --
O, friend, I fear the lightest heart sometimes makes heaviest mourning;
Tell her the last night of my life (for ere the moon be risen,
My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison),
I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills of Bingen -- fair Bingen on the Rhine.

"I saw the blue Rhine sweep along -- I heard, or seemed to hear,
The German songs we used ot sing in chorus sweet and clear;
And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,
The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed, with friendly talk,
Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk,
And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine;
But we'll meet no more at Bingen -- loved Bingen on the Rhine!

"His voice grew faint and hoarser, -- his grasp was childish weak, --
His eyes put on a dying look -- he sighed, and ceased to speak;
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled, --
The soldier of the Legion, in a foreign land -- was dead!
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down
On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corpses strewn;
Yea, calmly on the dreadful scene her pale light did shine,
As it shone on distant Bingen -- fair Bingen on the Rhine!

- Hon. Mrs. Norton -

I have always heard it pronounced "beeng gun", as in bing cherries; copied from "The Home Book of Poetry" given to my great-great aunt, Jennie Fountain, for Christmas 1882.
    By Caroline Sheridan Norton (1808-1877)


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Subject: RE: ADD-Poem for recitation-should be a song?
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 27 Jul 99 - 03:32 PM

Hi- Thanx; I was just getting ready to transcribe it from a muddy graphic image. There are at least two tunes that Bingen has been set to, one by Jesse Hutchinson of the Hutchinson Family (ca 1860 or so). The song is largely out of oral currency, but parodies abound, and continue to be popular. The Dying Hobo is one such; if anyone wishes I'll dig up the names of some others. Or search for Bingen in Digitrad.


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Subject: RE: ADD-Poem for recitation-should be a song?
From: MMario
Date: 27 Jul 99 - 03:51 PM

irish washerwoman modifies very easliy to fit the scansion as well.

MMario


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Subject: RE: ADD-Poem for recitation-should be a song?
From: katlaughing
Date: 27 Jul 99 - 05:33 PM

Thanks! I'd posted it in the saddest song thread and didn't think it was in the DT. Duh...that'll teach me!


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Subject: RE: ADD: Bingen on the Rhine (recitation)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 26 May 07 - 10:17 PM

I found a broadside here (click):

Transcription

Bingen on the Rhine.

PRICE ONE PENNY.

Copies of this very popular recitation can only be had in
the Poet's Box,

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,
There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears;                                                
But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away'
And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say:
The dying soldier faltered, as he took that comrade's hand,
And he said: "I never more shall see my own, my native land;
Take a message and a token to some distant friends of mine,
For I was born at Bingen-at Bingen on the Rhine.

" Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around,
To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vineyard ground,
That we fought the battle bravely; and when the day was done,
Full many a corpse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun.
And 'midst the dead and dying were some grown old in wars-
The death-wound on their gallant breasts, the last of many scars;                                                         
But some were young, and suddenly beheld life's morn decline;
And one had come from Bingen-fair Bingen on the Rhine.

"Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age,
And I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage;
For my father was a soldier, and, even as a child,
My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild;
And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard,
I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword;                                                      
And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine,
On the cottage wall at Bingen-calm Bingen on the Rhine!

"Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head,
When the troops are marching home again, with glad and gallant tread;                                                   
But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye'
For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die.
And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name
To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame;         
And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine),
For the honour of old Bingen-dear Bingen on the Rhine!

" There's another-not a sister; in the happy days gone by,
You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye;
Too innocent for coquetry-too fond for idly scorning,-
O friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning!
Tell her the last night of my life (for ere this moon be risen
My body will be out of pain-my soul be out of prison)
I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills of Bingen-fair Bingen on the Rhine!

"I saw the blue Rhine sweep along; I heard, or seemed to hear,
The German songs we used to sing in chorus sweet and clear;
And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,
That echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed with friendly talk                                                   
Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk;
And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine;-
But we'll meet no more at Bingen-lovely Bingen on the Rhine!"

His voice grew faint and hoarser; his grasp was childish weak;
His eyes put on a dying look; he sighed, and ceased to speak.
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled;
The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land-was dead!
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down                                                         
On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corpses strown
Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine,
As it shone on distant Bingen-fair Bingen on the Rhine!

Saturday morning, 27th July, 1867.


bluegrassmessengers.com has background information:

Bingen on the Rhine/Legend of the Rebel Soldier

Bluegrass Ballad, Lyrics based a poem by Caroline Norton (1847), Tune based on "Rolling Home." Legend of the Rebel Soldier: New words by Charlie Moore; Melody according to Moore was based on tune fiddle tune, Kevin Barry;

ARTIST: Bingen on the Rhine; A Poetic Tale By Caroline Norton- Circa 1847

CATEGORY: Fiddle and Instrumental Tunes; DATE: circa 1847

RECORDING INFO: The Rebel Soldier - Moore, Charlie: Bird, Elmer. Home Sweet Home, Windy Ridge WR-10002, LP (1982), cut#A.03; Country Capers. 38th Annual Galax Old Fiddlers Convention, 1973, Gazette 38, LP (1973), cut# 25 (Legend of the Rebel Soldier); Harrell, Bill; and the Virginians. Ballads and Bluegrass, Webco WLPS 0121, LP (1986), cut# 8; Moore, Charlie. Original Rebel Soldier, Wango 114, LP (1976), cut#A.01;

OTHER NAMES: "Kevin Barry" "Rolling home to Dear Old England/ Ireland/Scotland/St Helena," "In the Libby Prison Sadly," "Shall my Soul Pass through Old Ireland," "Bingen on the Rhine," "Soldier from Missouri,"

SOURCES: Kevin Barry: Roche Collection, 1983, Vol. 3; No. 52, pg. 14; Digital Tradition; Ceolas: A Fiddler's Companion; American Memory Collection;

NOTES: "The Legend of the Rebel Soldier", was arranged /written in 1963 by the bluegrass singer Charlie Moore, who also recorded it along with other groups, including The Country Gentlemen, for which it became a signature song. According to Charlie Moore, the melody is based on the Irish fiddle tune and ballad "Kevin Barry."

"The Legend of the Rebel Soldier" is a shorter and simpler rewrite of "Bingen on the Rhine," a poem by Caroline Norton (1808-1877) and published circa 1847. According to Norm Cohen, "Lady Caroline Norton's Bingen on the Rhine" was set to music by Judson I. Hutchinson of the Hutchinson Family. It appears that Judson I. Hutchinson of the Hutchinson Family used the melody of "Rolling Home to Dear Old England" to set to the "Bingen on the Rhine," lyrics. "Bingen on the Rhine" spawned a number of rewrites (parodies) including "In the Libby Prison Sadly" by John Ross Dix in 1864 (which was used in the Civil War), the "Soldier from Missouri," and in the 1920's "Shall my Soul Pass through Old Ireland" as well as "Kevin Barry." With so many rewrites and different versions it's hard to tell which version Charlie Moore based his rewrite of "The Legend of the Rebel Soldier."

The tune "Rolling Home to Dear Old England" is the melody for the "Kevin Barry" song. John Masefield wrote of 'Rolling Home', which was originally a poem written by Charles Mackay (1814— 89) on May 26, 1858 while homeward bound from America as a passenger on the Europa. Its eight verses were indeed augmented by sailors. Hugill, who calls it 'the most famous homeward-bound song of them all', prints well over twenty, many with variants. The song was also used as a capstan shanty. Roy Palmer (The Oxford Book of Sea Songs, re-issued as Boxing the Compass, 2001) also states that Charles MacKay (1814-1889) wrote his poem Rolling Home "on May 26,1858 while homeward bound from America as a passenger on the Europa. Its verses were indeed augmented by sailors." It is not clear whether Mackay wrote the tune or it was an older British melody. The song "Shall my Soul Pass through Old Ireland," is a shorter and simpler rewrite of "Bingen on the Rhine", a poem by Caroline Norton (1808-1877) and published between (1847-1859). "Shall my Soul Pass" was written closer to the date of publication of Kevin Barry, to commemorate all Irish prisoners in British prisons and the death of Terence McSwiney, who starved himself to death in a British prison, in 1920.

Terence McSwiney (starvation) and Kevin Barry (hanging) died within one week of each other in 1920. So the "Kevin Barry" song is definitely 1920, or later in the same decade. The song "Shall my soul... is said to commemorate Terence McSwiney.

HISTORY OF "KEVIN BARRY," "SHALL MY SOUL PASS": After the Easter 1916 Rising, the Volunteers were in disarray, and it seemed as though yet another generation had shot its bolt. Several factors ensured that this would not be so. Firstly, the people were incensed by the shooting of the Easter leaders. Secondly, the internment of the other Easter rebels, along with many political activists and "suspects", provided an unforeseen opportunity for the planning and re-organization of the new Irish Republican Army. The Sinn Féin movement went from strength to strength, aided in no small part by the threat in 1918 of conscription to fight England's bloody war in Flanders. On 21st January, 1919, the first Dáil Eireann, or Irish Assembly, met in the Mansion House in Dublin. It claimed sole authority as the sovereign Irish government, an implicit declaration of war against the British. And war indeed followed.

The Anglo-Irish War, otherwise known as The War of Independence, or the Tan war, can be said to have begun in earnest on January 21st 1919, at Soloheadbeg in Tipperary, when the 3rd Tipperary Brigade of the IRA ambushed and killed two RIC men in a raid for explosives.

By now, the British state in Ireland had simply ceased to function over large parts of the country, it's place being taken by the IRA and an associated civilian administration in embryo co-ordinated by Dáil Eireann. The British responded to with martial law and terror. Terence McSwiney, Lord Mayor of Cork, died after seventy-four days on hunger strike. A poem by McSwiney, Teach Us How To Die, sets out explicitly the mentality that led him and others to make the ultimate sacrifice.

Kevin Barry, as the song tells us, was just 18 when he was hung by the British. Kevin was a medical student, in his first year at UCD; and an IRA Volunteer, member of H company, 1st Battalion, Dublin Brigade. On September 20th, 1920, he took part in an ambush of a party of British soldiers in Dublin in which three of the enemy were killed. Afterwards, Barry was captured. Although subjected to torture, Barry refused to betray his comrades, and the British exacted their murderous revenge. Kevin Barry was sentenced to death by hanging, and the sentence was executed in Mountjoy Jail on November 1, 1920. His execution provoked national outrage.

FINAL NOTES: The success of "The Legend of the Rebel Soldier" garnered Charlie Moore The International Bluegrass Music Association song of the year award and other honors. The song was, if fact, a Civil War song from a rewrite of "Bingen on the Rhine." As a comparison, the lyrics to other songs that use the lyrics and/or melody are included.


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Subject: ADD: Legend of the Rebel Soldier
From: Joe Offer
Date: 26 May 07 - 11:08 PM

One more version from bluegrassmessengers.com

Legend of the Rebel Soldier
(Charlie Moore)

In a dreary Yankee prison
Where a rebel soldier lay
By his side there stood a preacher
Ere his soul should pass away
And he faintly whispered: Parson
As he clutched him by the hand
Oh, parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through the Southland?

Will my soul pass through the Southland
Through the old Virginia grants
Will I see the hills of Georgia
And the green fields of Alabam?
Will I see there little church house
Where I pledged my heart and hand
Oh, parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through the Southland?

Was for loving dear old Dixie
In this dreary cell I lie
Was for loving dear old Dixie
In this northern state I die
Will you see my little daughter
Will you make her understand
Oh, parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass through the Southland?

Then the rebel soldier died (This line is sung to the tune of the last part of the verse)


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Subject: RE: ADD: Bingen on the Rhine (recitation)
From: katlaughing
Date: 27 May 07 - 12:13 AM

That's great, Joe! This remains one of my very favourite poems. I also have more info on the book I got it from. It was actually given to my great-great-grandmother, Elizabeth Fountain of Nova Scotia. (Don't know where I got the "Jenny" from.:-)


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Subject: Lyr Add: RICHMOND ON THE JAMES
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Jun 07 - 08:51 AM

The Library of Congress American Memory Collection has these:

BINGEN ON THE RHINE
Words by the Hon. Mrs. Norton. Music by H. S. Saroni.
"As sung by Miss Julia Northall"
Published by G. P. Reed, Boston, 1847.

BINGEN ON THE RHINE
Words by Mrs. Norton. Music by Chas. L. Ward.
"As sung by S. C. Campbell"
Published by D. P. Faulds, Louisville, Kentucky, 1865.

BINGEN ON THE RHINE; OR, A SOLDIER OF THE LEGION
Words by the Hon. Mrs. Norton. Music by Judson I. Hutchinson.
"Sung by John W. Hutchinson at the concerts of the Hutchinson Family"
Published by S. Brainard's Sons, Cleveland, 1883.
[The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music has an older copy, published in 1850.]

RICHMOND ON THE JAMES and BINGEN ON THE RHINE
This contains the text of BINGEN ON THE RHINE, by The Hon. Mrs. Norton, plus the following lyrics:

RICHMOND ON THE JAMES
Words by "Exile." Music by J. E. Bayley.
Published by Blackmar & Bro., Augusta, Georgia, 1864.

1. A soldier boy from Bourbon lay gasping on the field
When battle's shock was over and the foe was forced to yield.
He fell, a youthful hero, before the foeman's aims
On a bloodied field near Richmond, near Richmond on the James.

2. But one still stood beside him, his comrade on the fray.
They had been friends together through boyhood's happy day;
And side by side had struggled on field of blood and flames
To part that eve near Richmond, near Richmond on the James.

3. He said, "I charge thee, comrade, the friend in days of yore,
Of the far, far distant dear ones that I shall see no more,
Though scarce my lips can whisper their dear and well-known names,
To bear to them my blessing from Richmond on the James.

4. "Bear my good sword to my brother, and the badge upon my breast
To the young and gentle sister that I used to love the best;
But one lock from my forehead give the mother still that dreams
Of her soldier boy near Richmond—near Richmond on the James.

5. "Oh, I wish that Mother's arms were folded round me now,
That her gentle hand could linger one moment on my brow;
But I know that she is praying where our blessed hearth-light gleams
For her soldier's safe return from Richmond on the James.

6. "And on my heart, dear comrade, close lay those nut-brown braids
Of one that was the fairest of all our village maids.
We were to have been wedded, but death the bridegroom claims,
And she is far, that loves me, from Richmond on the James.

7. "Oh, does the pale face haunt her, dear friend that looks on thee?
Or is she laughing, singing in careless girlish glee?
It may be she is joyous, and loves but joyous themes,
Nor dreams her love lies bleeding near Richmond on the James.

8. "And though I know, dear comrade, thou'lt miss me for awhile,
When their faces—all that loved thee—again on thee shall smile,
Again thou'lt be the foremost in all their youthful games,
But I shall lie near Richmond—near Richmond on the James."

9. And far from all that loved him, that youthful soldier sleeps,
Unknown among the thousands of those his country weeps;
But no higher heart nor braver, than his, at sunset's beams,
Was laid that eve near Richmond—near Richmond on the James.

10. The land is filled with mourning, from hall and cot left lone.
We miss the well-known faces that used to greet our own;
And long poor wives and mothers shall weep, and titled dames,
To hear the name of Richmond—of Richmond on the James.


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Subject: RE: ADD: Bingen on the Rhine (recitation)
From: GUEST,Nicholas Waller
Date: 01 Jun 07 - 09:14 AM

Just to be flippant for a moment - when my brother John and I used to drive from the UK go skiing in Austria 20-odd years ago, we would take various interesting routes back - via Jena and Leipzig, or Prague, or whatever.

One time we went along the Rhine and stopped near Rudesheim am Rhein and I took some video of the mighty river. John was consulting a map and said, audible on the video soundtrack "Over there is Bingen am Rhein. Hmm. It's Bingen on the Rhine, just Bingen on the Rhine, What a glorious feeling..."

I expect this is an ancient and feeble joke - in fact when I saw the thread title I assumed it was something along those lines - and if so, apologies, but that's how it happened in real life.


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