Ching‑a‑ring chaw
Language: English
Ching-a-ring-a ring ching ching, Hoa dinga ding kum larkee, Ching-a-ring-a ring ching ching, Hoa ding kum larkee. Brothers gather round, Listen to this story, 'Bout the promised land, An' the promised glory. You don' need to fear, If you have no money, You don' need none there, To buy you milk and honey. There you'll ride in style, Coach with four white horses, There the evenin' meal, Has one two three four courses. Nights we all will dance To the harp and fiiddle, Waltz and jig and prance, "Cast off down the middle!" When the mornin' come, All in grand and spendour, Stand out in the sun, And hear the holy thunder. Brothers hear me out, The promised land's a-comin' Dance and sing and shout, I hear them harps a strummin'.
Authorship:
- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , minstrel song adapted from the original, which can be found in the Harris Collection of American Poetry and Plays at Brown University [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Aaron Copland (1900 - 1990), "Ching-a-ring chaw", 1952, first performed 1958 [baritone and piano or orchestra], from Old American Songs, Second Set, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Peter Halverson
This text was added to the website: 2007-08-19
Line count: 28
Word count: 131