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Brother Noah/Brother Norah/Old Noah
Traditional Gospel song;
ARTIST: from My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions by Frank Shay; Macaulay & Co, 1927
SHEET MUSIC: http://sniff.numachi.com/pages/tiBRONOAH;ttBRONOAH.html
CATEGORY: Traditional And Shape-Note Gospel;
DATE: Probably 1800s; My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions by Frank Shay; Macaulay & Co, 1927
RECORDING INFO: Brother Noah
Shay, Frank (ed.) / My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions and More ..., Dover, Sof (1961/1927), p 10
The Shadows – Brother Noah – Brother Noah appears on the album Trojan Roots Box Set (disc 1).
Angola Quartet "Brother Norah" Angola Prison Spirituals, Arhoolie 9036, CD (2003), trk# 4 [1958ca]
OTHER NAMES: "Brother Noah" "Brother Norah"
RELATED TO:
SOURCES: Folk Index; Mudcat,
My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions by Frank Shay; Macaulay & Co, 1927;
The Songs My Mother Never Taught Me, by John Jacob Niles et al. (N.Y.: Macauley, 1929),
NOTES: "Brother Noah" is a traditional gospel song published by Frank Shay in his book " My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions" Macaulay & Co, 1927. This is a collection of songs sung in Greenwich Village in the 1920's.
Somewhere in the Gordon collection in the Library of Congress, Robert Gordon laments the fact that he'd heard the song at Harvard (I think) around 1917, thought it was hilarious, and forgot to write it down! A decade later, all he had was a vague recollection. Note implied moral for folklore enthusiasts.
A version appears [See version 3] in "The Songs My Mother Never Taught Me," by John Jacob Niles et al. (N.Y.: Macauley, 1929), as sung during World War I.
Brother Noah- Frank Shay 1927
Brother Noah, Brother Noah,
May I come into the Ark of the Lord?
For it's growing very dark and it's raining very hard
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo-oo-oo-oo-ia
No, you can't sir, no, you can't, sir,
You can't come into the ark of the Lord
Though it's growing very dark and it's raiug very hard.
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo-oo-oo-oo-ia
Very well, sir, very well, sir,
You can go to the dickens with your darned old scow,
'Cause it ain't goin'to rain very hard no how.
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo-oo-oo-oo-ia
That's a lie, sir, that's a lie, sir,
You can darn soon tell that it ain't no sell
'Cause it's sprinklin' now, and it's gonna rain like hell.
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo-oo-oo-oo-ia
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