그 옛날 중고등학교 음악교과서에 많이 실려있던 스티븐 포스트의 애잔한 노래들 Old Black Joe(올드 블랙 조), Old Folks at Home(Swanee River: 스와니 강), My Old Kentucky Home(켄터키 옛집), Old Dog Tray, Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair(금발의 제니), Beautiful dreamer(꿈길에서), Oh! Susanna(오! 스재너), De Camptwon Races(시골의 경마), Massa's in the Cold Cold Ground(주인은 차디 찬 땅속에), Nelly Bly, Sweetly She Sleeps My Alice Fair 는 지금 다 어디가고 사라지고 없는지. 북한이 혁명을 함께할 동지로 규정하고 있는 민주노총 산하 전교조의 반미 이데올로기 선동 탓으로 교과서에서 사라지고 있다는데 사실인가요.

스티븐 포스트의 노래는 아니지만 Oh My Darling Clementine(클레멘타인), Carry Me Back to Old Virginny(내고향으로 날 보내줘), My Dear Old Sunny Home, Silver Threads Among the Gold, When it's Lamp Lightin' Time in the Valley(산골짝의 등불), Home Sweet Home, I wandered Today to the Hill Maggie(매기의 추억), Red River Valley(홍하의 골짜기), Chim Chim Cheree, Deep river, Dixie Land(딕실랜드), Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen, If You're Happy and You Know it -Clap Your Hands, Oh Bury Me not on the Lone Prairie 같은 노래도 교과서에서 사라지고 있는 것 같아 안타깝습니다.

스와니 강 전경

Old Black Joe

Gone are the days

When my heart was young and gay.

Gone are my friends

From the cotton fields away.

Gone from this place,

To a better land I know.

I hear their gentle voices calling:

Old Black Joe

I'm coming, I'm coming

For my head is bending low

I hear their gentle voices calling

Old Black Joe.

Why do I weep

When my heart should feel no pain

Why do I sigh

That my friends come not again

Grieving for forms

Now departed long ago

I hear their gentle voices calling:

Old Black Joe.

스티븐 포스터 하면 곧 Old Black Joe(사진)를 연상할 만큼 이 노래는 그의 대표작이다. 이 노래는 1860년에 만들어져 이듬해인 1861년에 출판됐다. 포스터의 아내 제니의 친정에는 조(Joe)라는 흑인 노예가 10년간 일하고 있었다. 조는 포스터와 제니가 타는 마차의 마부가 되기도 해서 포스터와는 매우 절친했다. 포스터는 언젠가 늙은 조에 관한 노래를 만들어 주겠다고 다짐하고 있었고, 그 후 포스터는 그 약속을 지켜 이 노래를 만들었다고 전해진다. 하지만 이 노래가 완성됐을 때는 늙은 조가 이미 세상을 떠난 뒤였다. 이 세상으로부터의 도피를 동경하는 가사는 슬픈 감정에 넘치고, 멜로디는 매우 아름다워서, 포스터 특유의 센티멘탈리즘이 듣는 이의 가슴을 뭉클하게 한다.

로버트 쇼 합창단, 로저 와그너 합창단(아래 사진), 빙 크로스비, 에릭 로저스 합창단, 글렌 밀러 악단 등이 좋은 음반을 남겼다.

그 옛날 켄터키 옛집

I wander'd today to the hill, Maggie

1 I wander'd today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below,
The creek and the old rusty mill, Maggie,
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung;
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young

Chorus:
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie,
The trials of life nearly done,
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.

2 A city so silent and lone, Maggie,
Where the young and the gay and the best,
In polish'd white mansion of stone, Maggie,
Have each found a place of rest,
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie,
And join in the songs that were sung;
For we sang just as gay as they, Maggie,
When you and I were young. [Chorus]

3 They say I am feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then;
My face is a well-written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and gray, Maggie,
As sprays by the white breakers flung,
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young. [Chorus]

Source: Seth Parker's Hymnal #202

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Author: George W. Johnson

Carry me back to old Virginny

Carry me back to old Virginny,

There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow,

There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time,

There's where the darkey's heart am longed to go.

There's where I labored so hard for old massa,

Day after day in the field of yellow corn,

No place on earth do I love more sincerely,

Than old Virginny, the state where I was born.

Carry me back to old Virginny,

There let me live 'till I wither and decay,

Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered,

There's where this old darkies' life am passed away.

Massa and misses, have long gone before me,

Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore.

There we'll be happy and free from all sorrow,

There's where we'll meet and we'll never part no more.

Carry me back to old Virginny,

There's where the cotton and the corn and tators grow,

There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time,

There's where the old darkies' heart am longed to go.

작사: James A Bland

Carry Me Back to Old Virginny 가사 ©EMI Music Publishing

Oh my darling, Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes, without topses
Sandals were for Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine

Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair

By Stephen C. Foster

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,

Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;

I see her tripping where the bright streams play,

Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.

Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour.

Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er:

Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,

Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

I long for Jeanie with the daydawn smile,

Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;

I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,

Sighing round my heart o’er the fond hopes that die:—

Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,—

Wailing for the lost one that comes not again:

Oh! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,

Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.

I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed

Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;

Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,

Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.

Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore

While her gentle fingers will cull them no more:

Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,

Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

제니의 집

금발의 제니

Oh! Susanna

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry.

Chorus

Oh! Susanna, Oh don't you cry for me,
For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night, when everything was still;
I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down the hill.
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,
Says I, I'm coming from the south, Susanna, don't you cry.

I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around,
And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, then I will surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Oh, Susanna, don't you cry.