O when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
Lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we’ll ride the prairies
That we love the best
Alva Green - McClanahan’s March
“The men and women who developed our native fiddle music carried within themselves the same range of natural musical talent as did the more celebrated musicians who have bequeathed us our popular and classical masterpieces and who have staffed our great bands and orchestras. True, if you work all day in the garden or the mines, you are unlikely to develop the same range of technique and refinement required of a great classical violinist. But you still may have time to develop an heirloom fiddle tune, sisteen bars long, into a model of pungent personal expressiveness. ” - Mark Wilson
photo by sverrir thorolfsson
‘Lost Girl’ by Walter McNew (don’t play it too fast and mess it up!)
O when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
Lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we’ll ride the prairies
That we love the best
The Dust Busters perform “Leather Britches” on Woodsongs (by EliBSmith)
Rolling large white pine log. (by The Forest History Society)
Tennyson