Uploaded October 2020 | Updated September 2026, 6 days ago
Day 215 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
"What is close harmony?" was asked a glee club boy with fair Yale locks. He vouchsafed reply, "Close harmony is so called because the singers stand close to each other and watch each other closely." . . .
"Explaining why its music was not written in four parts, editors of the book of Columbia University Songs declared, "The musical contortionists will get in their fine work anyhow, and can always be relied on to contribute their improvisations regardless of the arrangement. The following quartet, octette or double octette affair, is a "mellow" from Southern Methodist University, Dallas, Texas air and words as sung by Lois Magnusou."
Day 215 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
"What is close harmony?" was asked a glee club boy with fair Yale locks. He vouchsafed reply, "Close harmony is so called because the singers stand close to each other and watch each other closely." . . .
"Explaining why its music was not written in four parts, editors of the book of Columbia University Songs declared, "The musical contortionists will get in their fine work anyhow, and can always be relied on to contribute their improvisations regardless of the arrangement. The following quartet, octette or double octette affair, is a "mellow" from Southern Methodist University, Dallas, Texas air and words as sung by Lois Magnusou."
![Jungle Nonsense Lullaby
Day 283 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
Ah yah, tair um bam, boo wah, Kee lay zee day, Nic o lay, mah lun dee. Nic o lay ah poot a way, Nic o lay ah wah mee Ah yah, tair um bam, boo wah, Kee lay zee day, Nic o lay, mah lun dee.
Margaret Johnson of Augusta, Georgia, heard her mother sing this, year on year, as the mother had learned it from the singing, year on year, of a nanny who comforted children with it. The source of its language may be French, Creole, Cherokee, or mixed. [Or in the case of this recording, pure nonsense.] The syllables are easy for singing; so is the tune.
[sorry! no captions for obvious reasons.] Jungle Nonsense Lullaby](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NvJh3Zjg-D8/mqdefault.jpg)



![There Are No Lice On Us
Sandburg writes: Singing [this] to make the syllables fit into the tune of America is more fun than crossword puzzles or writing sonnets about sin or triolets about violets.
There are no lice on us,
There are no lice on us—
No lice on us.
There may be one or two
Great big fat lice on you,
There are no lice on us—
No lice on us. There Are No Lice On Us](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Oi4gugJd3uQ/mqdefault.jpg)

![If I Die a Railroad Man
Day 223 of the American Songbag Stay-at-Home Series
O Lord, let it rain,
Wet my little dress!
So that corn will be cheaper And I can fill my belly!
Sandburg writes: This translation from hieroglyphics on an ancient Egyptian temple is among the oldest known songs of working people. It is not a far cry from such lines to the replies of a witness before the industrial relations commission, who told the commissions examiner, Frank P. Walsh, that he and other railroad men had at a certain time been sitting and talking. What were you talking about? Oh, just railroad talk. Anything particular in railroad talk. No, just railroad talk. Well, could you tell us just what you mean by railroad talk? Oh whiskey and women and higher wages and shorter hours.. . . .
The lyric here is [a black and Anglo-Saxon] blend in its making; it was heard at the University of Kentucky; the young man who sang it said the notes are sometimes blued and it is then called The Louisville & Nashville Blues. If I Die a Railroad Man](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/P-sayFyVHvg/mqdefault.jpg)


![Telephone Book
Sandburg writes: When Folk-Say was published by the University of Oklahoma it included poems by Waring Cuney, a Black poet, [a part of the Harlem Renaissance] whose lines have simplicity that often goes with folk songs. Albert Hague has given a tune and an arrangement to two of the modern Cuney lyrics. Why shouldnt there be a song about the telephone book? Deftly the Cuney lines bring out that there can be moments when all the names in the phone book from A to Z are no use to you except a single precious one.
William Waring Cuney (May 6, 1906 – June 30, 1976) was a poet of the Harlem Renaissance. He is best known for his poem No Images, which has been widely anthologized. Although his work was largely forgotten in the United States by the 1950s, it was translated into German and Dutch and developed a following in Europe. He published only two volumes of poetry in his lifetime: Puzzles, a limited edition published in the Netherlands in 1960, and Storefront Church, published in London in 1973. He died in New York City on June 30, 1976. Telephone Book](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/PQyuTqFdyA8/mqdefault.jpg)
