Works in the Herald 1931

According to a London cable today, several prominent people in England and America have replied to a newspaper questionaire asking which piece of music they would like to hear sung when they are leaving this world.

Sing me to sleep when I go West;
   But sing you, soft and low,
No song from the olden masters' best,
   Or I shall not want to go:
Not Schubert, wondrous harmonist,
Not great Beethoven, Grieg nor Liszt,
Nor any rare old melodist;
   For I'd hate the passing so.

I'll hate to part with the good green trees And the birds and the soft, kind sky; For I've abiding love for these, And I shall not want to die. But, most of all, shall I doubly grieve For the joys of earth when I have to leave Those melodies to which I cleave When the lust for life runs high.
Sing me to sleep when I go west The latest thing you know In jazz; and sing with brutal zest While the saxophones moan low And the squawkers squawk and the banjoes strum To the bang and the boom of the big bass drum; Then I'll come out for Kingdom Come And gladly shall I go.

Herald, 27 February 1931, p6

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