Prompt:
Stephen Foster wrote the original lyrics in 1847.
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
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
A-coming down the hill
The buckwheat cake
Was in her mouth
The tear was
In her eye
Says I, I'm coming from the south
Susanna, don't you cry
Oh, Susanna,
Oh don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I came from Salem City
with my washpan on my knee
I'm going to California,
the gold dust for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Oh, brothers don't you cry.
Oh, Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me
I'm going to California with my washpan on my knee.
I soon shall be in Frisco
and there I'll look around.
And when I see the gold lumps there,
I'll pick them off the ground.
I'll scrape the mountains clean, my boys,
I'll drain the rivers dry.
A pocketful of rocks bring home,
So, brothers don't you cry.
Response Required: Cover all parts.
- Choose two stanzas (poetry/musical paragraphs) to rewrite about BEES. Pick a character. Pick two. Whatever you do, stick with the rhythm and flow of the song's original lyrics. You can also listen to the song online in case you don't know it. (When you hear it, you'll smack yourself because you do actually know it.)
Oh, T.Ray
ReplyDeleteDon't you come for me
For I'm in Tiburon
With a honey jar on my knee
I come from Slyvan,
with duffel bag on my knee,
I am going to Tiburon,
the honey for me to see,
It was cool the night I left,
the weather was very nice
The sun almost froze me to death
Oh, Rosaleen don't cry
OH, T.Ray don't you come for me
I am going Tiburon, with a duffel bag on my knee
I shall soon be in honey
and I'll enjoyit all
And when i see the little bees
I'll watch them fly round and round.
They'll scrape their hives dry,my ladies,
They'll fill the jars high.
A jarfull of honey bring home,
Oh, T.Ray, don't you cry.
I come from richmond
ReplyDeleteWith my bees on my knee
I'm going to tiberon,
My true love is for bees
It rained all night
The day I left
The weather it was dry
The rock is so heavy,
may went to death
june, don't you cry
Andrew Lawson
ReplyDeleteMs. Drosdick
Language Arts, Period 7
March 29, 2011
Week 3, Option 1
Stanza 2 and 3
From May to Lily:
I’m not so smart.
You all may think.
But really I am bright.
I just get scared
When something’s wrong.
But it will be alright.
Oh, Lily Owens.
Don’t feel bad for me.
For I’ve come down from Virginia.
To be a keeper of the bees.
May:
ReplyDeleteA river rock
was on her chest
no breath left
in her lungs
she wrote, keep on livin' now
it was past my time
Lily:
The moon came
crashin' down on me
a revelation
for sure
sweet honey, and roaches too
my, she must've been here
I chose the first two stanzas:
ReplyDeleteI come from outside Sylvan
From a hive with no queen.
I’m heading off to Tiburon,
With my friend Rosaleen.
She cried all night,
And then she left
To find a better life.
She wants to find
A clear conscience.
Oh, Lily don’t you cry.
(note: the first stanza is from the eyes of Lily, and the other stanza isn't. I may be Deborah or Rosaleen, someone who is with her often).
I had a dream the other night
ReplyDeleteWhen everything was still
I thought I saw my mother
A-coming from the closet
The Martha white gritz
Was on my knees
The tear was
In my eye
Says I, I'm coming from the closet
Mamma, don't you cry
Oh, Kind August,
ReplyDeleteYou do so much for me
For I come to Tiburon
With my best friend Rosaleen
You teach me to never fight the bees
To always remain calm
It seems like you know everything
It's like you are my Mom
The Bees are so hard working
It seems like they never stop
The Bee's fly around
Looking for flowers
To suck nectar from atop