Traditional and Public Domain Songs

by Marisa Anderson

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Mississippi Records re-issue remastered LP. Solo guitar renditions of traditional and public domain songs. Originally recorded August 2013 for Grapefruit Records, with the support of the KBOO Artist In Residence program.

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    CD with gatefold cover designed by Jodi Darby. The CD does not include Amazing Grace or Bread and Roses, but both these songs are available here for free download

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1.
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!" As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they are women's children, and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses! As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread. Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. Yes, it is bread we fight for -- but we fight for roses, too! As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days. The rising of the women means the rising of the race. No more the drudge and idler -- ten that toil where one reposes, But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!
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Keep Your Lamps Trimmed and Burning Author unknown Keep your lamps trimmed and burning Keep your lamps trimmed and burning Keep your lamps trimmed and burning For this old world is almost done Mother, don't you stop a-praying Father, keep right on praying Mother, don't you stop a-praying For this ol' world is almost done Sister, don't you stop a-praying Brother, keep right on praying Sister, don't you stop a-praying For this old world is almost done
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Just A Closer Walk With Thee Author unknown Just a closer walk with Thee, Grant it, Jesus, is my plea, Daily walking close to Thee, Let it be, dear Lord, let it be. I am weak, but Thou art strong; Jesus, keep me from all wrong; I’ll be satisfied as long As I walk, let me walk close to Thee. Through this world of toil and snares, If I falter, Lord, who cares? Who with me my burden shares? None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee. When my feeble life is o’er, Time for me will be no more; Guide me gently, safely o’er To Thy kingdom’s shore, to Thy shore.
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03:40
Pretty Polly Author unknown Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, would you take me unkind Polly, Pretty Polly, would you take me unkind Let me set beside you and tell you my mind Well my mind is to marry and never to part My mind is to marry and never to part The first time I saw you it wounded my heart Oh Polly Pretty Polly come go along with me Polly Pretty Polly come go along with me Before we get married some pleasures to see Oh he led her over mountains and valleys so deep He led her over hills and valleys so deep Pretty Polly mistrusted and then began to weep Oh Willie, Little Willie, I'm afraid to of your ways Willie, Little Willie, I'm afraid of your ways The way you've been rambling you'll lead me astray Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right I dug on your grave the biggest part of last night Well she went a little farther and what did she spy She went a little farther and what did she spy A new dug grave with a spade lying by Oh she knelt down before him a pleading for her life She knelt down before him a pleading for her life Let me be a single girl if I can't be your wife Oh Polly, Pretty Polly that never can be Polly, Pretty Polly that never can be Your past reputation's been trouble to me Oh went down to the jailhouse and what did he say He went down to the jailhouse and what did he say I've killed Pretty Polly and trying to get away
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Will the Circle Be Unbroken Written by AP Carter, Charles Gabriel, Ada R Habershon I was standing by my window On a cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse come rolling For to carry my mother away Will the circle be unbroken By and by Lord by and by There’s a better home awaiting In the sky Lord in the sky Undertaker, Undertaker Won’t you please drive real slow That’s my mother, my dear mother I sure hate to see her go Well I followed close behind her Tried to hold up and be brave But I could not hide my sorrow When they laid her in her grave Went back home Lord oh so lonesome Since my mother she was gone All my brothers, sisters crying What a home so sad and alone
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Hard Times Come Again No More Music and words by Stephen Foster Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears while we all sup sorrow with the poor. There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears O hard times come again no more (chorus) Tis the song, the sigh of the weary Hard times hard times come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door O hard times come again no more While we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay There are frail forms fainting at the door Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say O hard times come again no more Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave O hard times come again no more
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Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed! Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine.
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The Battle Hymn of the Republic Lyrics by Julia Ward Howe To the tune of John Brown’s Body (author unknown) Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of Wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible Swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling Camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and Damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring Lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall Deal; Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call Retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement Seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, My feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the Sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
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02:54
Bella Ciao Author unknown (Translated from Italian) Una mattina mi son svegliato O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Una mattina mi son svegliato Eo ho trovato l'invasor (One morning I woke up O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao One morning I woke up And I found the invader) O partigiano porta mi via O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao O partigiano porta mi via Che mi sento di morir (Oh partisan, carry me away, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Oh partisan, carry me away, For I feel I'm dying) E se io muoio da partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E se io muoio da partigiano Tu mi devi seppellir (And if I die as a partisan O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao And if I die as a partisan You have to bury me) Mi seppellire lassù in montagna O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Mi seppellire lassù in montagna Sotto l'ombra di un bel fiore (But bury me up in the mountain O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, But bury me up in the mountain Under the shadow of a beautiful flower) E le genti che passeranno O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E le genti che passeranno Mi diranno: "Che bel fior" (And the people who will pass by O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, And the people who will pass by Will say to me: "what a beautiful flower") È questo il fiore del partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao È questo il fiore del partigiano Morto per la libertà (This is the flower of the partisan O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao This is the flower of the partisan Who died for freedom)
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02:05
Uncloudy Day Written by Josiah K Alwood O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies, O they tell me of a home far away; O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, O they tell me of an unclouded day. O the land of cloudless day, O the land of an unclouded day, O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise, O they tell me of an unclouded day. O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone, O they tell me of that land far away, Where the tree of life in eternal bloom Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day. O they tell me of a King in His beauty there, And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow, In the city that is made of gold. O they tell me that He smiles on His children there, And His smile drives their sorrows all away; And they tell me that no tears ever come again In that lovely land of unclouded day.
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Farther Along Lyrics by Reverend W.A. Fletcher Music by J.R. Baxter Tempted and tried, we’re oft made to wonder Why it should be thus all the day long; While there are others living about us, Never molested, though in the wrong. Farther along we’ll know more about it, Farther along we’ll understand why; Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine, We’ll understand it all by and by. Sometimes I wonder why I must suffer, Go in the rain, the cold, and the snow, When there are many living in comfort, Giving no heed to all I can do. Tempted and tried, how often we question Why we must suffer year after year, Being accused by those of our loved ones, E’en though we’ve walked in God’s holy fear. Often when death has taken our loved ones, Leaving our home so lone and so drear, Then do we wonder why others prosper, Living so wicked year after year. “Faithful till death,” saith our loving Master; Short is our time to labor and wait; Then will our toiling seem to be nothing, When we shall pass the heavenly gate. Soon we will see our dear, loving Savior, Hear the last trumpet sound through the sky; Then we will meet those gone on before us, Then we shall know and understand why.
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Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye Lyrics written by Joseph B. Geoghegan While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy A stick in me hand and a tear in me eye A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ye. With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye. Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did ye run from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run When you went to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home All from the island of Ceylon So low in the flesh, so high in the bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg Ye'll have to be put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again But they never will take my sons again No they'll never take my sons again Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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Were You There When They Crucified My Lord? Author unknown Were you there when they crucified my Lord ? Were you there when they crucified my Lord ? Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble Were you there when they crucified my Lord ? Were you there when they nailed him to the tree ? Were you there when they nailed him to the tree ? Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble Were you there when they nailed him to the tree ? Were you there when they pierced him in the side ? Were you there when they pierced him in the side ? Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble Were you there when they pierced him in the side ? Were you there when they laid him in the tomb ? Were you there when they laid him in the tomb ? Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble Were you there when they laid him in the tomb ?
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When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder Written by James M Black When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more, And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair; When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore, And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there. When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there. On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise, And the glory of His resurrection share; When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies, And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there. Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun, Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care; Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done, And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

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This is a re-issue of the 2013 Grapefruit Records release. There are two new songs, Amazing Grace and Bread and Roses, which are not available on the CD version, but can be downloaded here for free.

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released November 17, 2017

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Marisa Anderson Portland, Oregon

Marisa Anderson channels the history of the guitar and stretches the boundaries of tradition. Her playing is fluid, emotional, and masterful, featuring compositions and improvisations that re-imagine the landscape of American music. Her work applies elements of minimalism, electronic music, drone and 20th century classical music to compositions based on blues, jazz, gospel and country music. ... more

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