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DTStudy: A Hundred Years from Now DigiTrad: A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW |
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Subject: A Hundred Years from Now From: Joe Offer Date: 28 Feb 21 - 08:15 PM Bev Praver found this song in the Digital Tradition. The DT didn't have a tune, so Bev made up her own and added a verse. Anybody know of a proper melody, and any background information? A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW (E. Spencer in 1899) I'd like to see this earth again A hundred years from now And walk and talk with living men A hundred years from now I'd like to see how farming's done How business is and how it's run How votes are cast and office won A hundred years from now A hundred years from now A hundred years from now A hundred years from now A hundred years from now Of course there'll be no wood to burn A hundred years from now They'll be some tricks of trade to learn A hundred years from now There'll be big towns and steeples high And buildings that will scrape the sky And stores where all the world could buy A hundred years from now There'll be machines to shuck the corn A hundred years from now Machines to nurse the babe that's born A hundred years from now Machines that fly and walk by day Machines that work, machines that play Perhaps machines to preach and pray A hundred years from now filename[ HUNDYRS RG |
Subject: RE: A Hundred Years from Now From: Joe Offer Date: 28 Feb 21 - 08:21 PM And the verse Bev Praver wrote:
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Subject: RE: A Hundred Years from Now From: GUEST,# Date: 28 Feb 21 - 08:46 PM Please see pp. xxiii and xxiv https://escholarship.org/content/qt8r82f9kk/qt8r82f9kk.pdf https://escholarship.org/content/qt8r82f9kk/qt8r82f9kk.pdf
“A Hundred Years from Now” Written by E. Spencer and R[ansom]. H. Randall Sharps and Flats, For Singing Schools and Conventions (Chicago: Ransom H. Randall, c1899: 16-17) 1. I’d like to see this earth again, A hundred years from now, And walk and talk with living men; A hundred years from now, I’d like to see how farming’s done, How business is, and how it’s run, How votes are cast and office won, A hundred years from now. 2. Of course there’ll be no wood to burn, A hundred years from now, There’ll be some tricks in trade to learn, A hundred years from now; There’ll be big towns and steeples high, And buildings that will scrape the sky, And stores where all the world could buy, A hundred years from now. 3. There’ll be machines to shuck the corn, A hundred years from now, Machines to nurse the babe that’s born, A hundred years from now; Machines that fly and walk by day, Machines that work, machines that play, Perhaps machines to preach and pray, A hundred years from now. Chorus: A hundred years from now, A hundred years from now, A hundred years . . . , A hundred years, . . . A hundred years from now, A hundred years from now. A modern rendition, with music different from that in the original, is found in Songs from the Tall Grass, by Randy Hale (Pasadena, CA: Halesong Records, 1998) who rediscovered the song in “a small archive in Wellington, Kansas”.
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Subject: RE: DTStudy: A Hundred Years from Now From: GUEST,# Date: 28 Feb 21 - 08:54 PM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-taxnFOFzw That was the song mentioned in the doctoral thesis. I was not able to find the book mentioned in the thesis. |
Subject: RE: DTStudy: A Hundred Years from Now From: GUEST,# Date: 28 Feb 21 - 09:53 PM I listened to the recording. It ends at 3:20. (There's other stuff in the 7:10 minutes of the video.) If you listen to it, I'd advise you to keep the sound level to 6 outta 10. One of the kid's really goes for it when the children's voices enter the mix. |
Subject: RE: DTStudy: A Hundred Years from Now From: meself Date: 01 Mar 21 - 12:05 PM There is chanty with the refrain 'A hundred years from now', and known by that title - otherwise, no connection, AFAIK. A version was recorded by Bert Lloyd & Ewan MacColl. |
Subject: RE: DTStudy: A Hundred Years from Now From: RTim Date: 01 Mar 21 - 03:31 PM If you mean the following...It is a different song (Chanty..) A Hundred Years Ago. A hundred years on the Eastern Shore, Oh, yes, oh! A hundred years on the Eastern Shore, A hundred years ago Oh, when I sailed across the sea, My girl said she'd be true to me. I promised her a golden ring, She promised me that little thing. Oh, Bully John was the boy for me, A bucko at land and a bully at sea. It's up aloft this yard must go, For mister mate has told us so. I thought I heard the skipper say, Just one more pull and then belay. |
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