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A few websites with a historical significance
The few things on Tv that I find worth watching.
9/16/2007 Music"Six Feet of Earth" (6feet.mid) is one of my favorite creations.
It was made using the Anvil Studio software. It is in 6/8 in the style of early Scotch or Irish dances with a catchy melody line. There is an 8 measure introduction, 4, 16 measure verses, and a 4 measure ending. It has in part been circulated as a poem with the origin unknown.
In an attempt to find a more complete version of the partial poem, I discovered that it was printed as a "Motto Song" in 1876 by F. W. Helmick in Cincinnati, Ohio. Credit for the words was given to Joe E. Gulick and to James E. Stewart for the music. A copy of the original sheet music is available on the Music Division, Library of Congress website. As of this date I have no further information as to the organization, composer, or lyricist. Six Feet of Earth I'll sing You a song of the world and its ways,
And the many strange people we meet From the rich man who rolls in his millions of wealth, To the struggling wretch on the street. But a man, tho' he's poor, and in tatters and rags, We should never affect to despise; But think of the adage, remember, my friends, That six feet of earth makes us all of one size. There's the rich man with thousands to spare if he likes, But he haughtily holds up his head, And who thinks he's above the mechanic who toils, And is honestly earning his bread; But his gold and his jewels he can't take away,
To the world up above, when he dies; For death levels all, and conclusively shows That six feet of earth makes us all of one size. There's many a coat that is tatter'd and tom, That beneath lies a true, honest heart, But because he's not dress'd like his neighbors in style, Why, 'Society" keeps them apart. For on one Fortune smiles while the other one fails, Yes, no matter what venture he tries; But time calls them both to the grave in the end, And six feet of earth makes us all of one size. Then when you once see a poor fellow that tries To baffle the world and its frown, Let us help him along, and perchance he'll succeed Don't crush him because he is down. For a cup of cold water, in charity given, Is remembered with joy in the skies; We are all but human, we have all got to die, And six feet of earth makes us all of one size. |
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