Boneapart and Yulia conclude their monthlong examination of Rights and Responsibilities with a discussion around Civic Duty as seen through the lens of 100+ year old songs.
Lyrics
Home Sweet Home
(John Howard Payne)
‘Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there
Which, seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere
Home, home, sweet sweet home
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child;
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro’ the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more
Home, home, sweet sweet home
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home
An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily that came at my call:
Give me them and that peace of mind, dearer than all
Home, home, sweet sweet home
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home
Down by the Riverside
(African American Spiritual)
Gonna lay down my sword and shield,
down by the riverside,
down by the riverside,
down by the riverside;
gonna lay down my sword and shield,
down by the riverside,
down by the riverside.
I ain’t gonna study war no more.
ain’t gonna study war no more,
ain’t gonna study war no more,
I ain’t gonna study war no more,
ain’t gonna study war no more,
ain’t gonna study war no more.
Gonna lay down my burden,
down by the riverside,
down by the riverside,
down by the riverside;
gonna lay down my burden,
down by the riverside,
down by the riverside.
I ain’t gonna study war no more.
ain’t gonna study war no more,
ain’t gonna study war no more,
I ain’t gonna study war no more,
ain’t gonna study war no more,
ain’t gonna study war no more.
America (My Country ‘Tis of Thee)
(Samuel Francis Smith)
My country, ’tis of Thee,
Sweet Land of Liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountain side
Let Freedom ring.
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers’ God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom’s holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.