Limited range, syncopated rhythms, and submediant
arpeggios (vi, Dm) using the pentatonic scale.
Description
- Grade: Fifth
- Origin: USA – Traditional Ballad – 1866
- Key: F Major
- Time: 4/4
- Form: ABA – chorus/verse/chorus
- Rhythm: intermediate: | ti ta ti ta ta | syncopation, | ta/a ta/a | ta/a/a/a | ta/a/a ta |
| ti ta/ ta ta | syncopation, | ta ta/a ta | ta ta ti ta/ | syncopation - Pitches: beginners: So La Do Re Mi – pentatonic scale
- Intervals: intermediate: La/Do/Mi ascending submediant arpeggio (vi, Dm), Mi\So (M6), Re\So (P5), Mi\Do\La descending submediant arpeggio (vi, Dm), Do\So (P4), La/Do (m3)
- Musical Elements: notes: whole, dotted half, half, dotted quarter, quarter, eighth; pickup beat, syncopation, chorus/verse/chorus, D.C. al Fine, Fine, two double barlines; note: use of the minor arpeggio (vi, Dm) and ending with a minor third gives the tune a minor quality using the pentatonic scale
- Key Words: USA history; USA geography: Wilkes County, North Carolina, Tennessee; murder of Laura Foster by Tom Dula (Dooley); hanging, tomorrow, Grayson (Tom’s boss who turned him in), lonesome, white oak tree; contractions: I’ll (I will), hadn’t (had not), I’d (I would); abbreviation: hangin’ (hanging);
southern USA vocabulary: reckon (thought) - Recorder: intermediate: playing in F Major, syncopation, ascending and descending submediant arpeggios (vi, Dm), pentatonic scale, practicing pitches in the lower register
Based on the 1866 murder of a woman named Laura Foster in Wilkes County, North Carolina. Col. James Grayson, a Tennessee politician, had hired Tom Dula (Dooley) on his farm when he fled North Carolina.
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Hang down your head Tom Dooley, Hang down your head and cry. Hang down your head Tom Dooley, Poor boy, you’re bound to die. |
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1. | I met her on the mountain, And there I took her life. I met her on the mountain, And stabbed her with my knife. |
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Come this time tomorrow, Reckon where I’ll be? Hadn’t a-been for Grayson, I’d a-been in Tennessee. |
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3. | Come this time tomorrow, Reckon where I’ll be? Down in some lonesome valley, Hangin’ from a white oak tree. |
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