Braille Monitor                                                 August/September 2007

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NFB Songs

The following three songs were among those sung at the banquet on July 5. The final one was brought to the 2007 Washington Seminar by the Louisiana delegation.

The Paratransit Song
Words by Angela Cummings
Tune: “Clementine”

Para-transit, para-transit, para-transit, I did ride.
You have hurt my heart and soul, but most of all you hurt my pride.
Had a rendezvous with my sweetheart set the time for half past eight.
By the time it finally got there, it was almost three hours late.
Then the driver when arriving took away my long white cane.
So I missed a step or two. Now I’m in a searing pain.
So I boarded paratransit looking for an empty seat.
Then another person’s wheelchair caught and tripped me off my feet.
Though my port of destination only was a mile away,
Yet I had to cross the Interstate, and the driver took all day.
My return trip I requested from a clerk who could not write.
They forgot where they had left me, so I camped out overnight.
Para-transit, para-transit, you have left me sad and blue.
For the sweetheart whom I once loved is now seeing someone new.
Oh this means of transportation has caused me such a fuss
I’ll give up on para-transit, and I’ll ride the public bus.


The Library Song

Words by Curtis Willoughby
Tune: Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching


1.
At the mailbox I sit thinking of the book I need,
And the library so cold and far away.
And the tears they fill my eyes ‘spite of all that I can do
When I think of what the library will say.
(Chorus)
“Wait, wait, wait, your book’s not in yet.
We’ll try to have it next year without fail.
We are not your corner store. We cannot do any more.
After all, we know just one percent read Braille.”
2.
‘Cause they’re running out of space. “For your book there is no place.
The demand for it, you see, is far too low.
How about a light romance or a novel set in France,
For we mostly serve the elderly, you know.”
(Chorus)
3.
So at home and on the job I am waiting for the day
When the mail man will come up to my door
With the book that I have sought and not the one they thought
That my profile showed I should be asking for.
(Chorus)

The White Cane Freedom March
Tune: As the Caissons Go Rolling Along

Over hill over dale we will hit the concrete trail
As our white canes go tapping along,
Down the block, across the street, walking on our own two feet,
As our white canes go tapping along,
On the job or at home, wherever we may roam, yes, independent and free, NFB!
We will find our way at night or in the day as our white canes go tapping along.
2.
On a bus, on a train, even flying on a plane as our white canes go tapping along,
As we board, find our seat, no great danger shall we meet as our white canes go tapping along.
We’re the able blind, so leave your carts behind. Don’t put us in your holding tank, no thanks.
We’ll meet no harm; don’t view us with alarm as our white canes go tapping along.
3.
On we go at full speed no contraptions do we need as our white canes go tapping along.
No rough tiles for our feet, nor the traffic signals’ tweet as our white canes go tapping along.
No Ph.D’s, just skillful travelers please, teaching blind people to be free, NFB!
And the rehab snobs can go and find real jobs as our white canes go tapping along.
As our white canes go tapping along.

The Blind Go Marching
Words by Louisiana Center for the Blind Students

The blind go marching one by one, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching two by two, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching three by three,
We're making NFB history,
As we all come together at Washington Seminar.

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

The blind go marching four by four, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching five by five, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching six by six,
We're shaping national politics,
As we all come together at Washington Seminar.

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

The blind go marching seven by seven, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching eight by eight, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching nine by nine,
We're keeping Jernigan's dreams alive,
As we all come together at Washington Seminar.

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

The blind go marching ten by ten, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching ten by ten, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching ten by ten,
And next year we'll be back again,
As we all come together at Washington Seminar.

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

The blind go marching all as one, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching all as one, hurrah hurrah.
The blind go marching all as one,
And we won't give up till the job is done,
As we all come together at Washington Seminar.

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