THE TUNE.
Pages, and at least two volumes, have been written to prove the origin of that cosmopolitan, half-Gregorian descant known here as “America,” and in England as “God Save the King.” William C. Woodbridge of Boston brought it home with him from Germany. The Germans had been singing it for years (and are singing it now, more or less) to the words, “Heil Dir Im Siegel Kranz,” and the Swiss to “Rufst Du mein Vaterland.” It was sung in Sweden, also, and till 1833 it was in public use in Russia commonly enough to give it a national character. Von Weber introduced it in his “Jubel” overture, and Beethoven, in 1814, copied it in C Major and wrote piano variations on it. It has been ascribed to Henry Purcell (1696), to Lulli, a French composer (1670), to Dr. John Bull (1619), and to Thomas Ravenscroft and an old Scotch carol as old as 1609. One might fancy that the biography of the famous air resembled Melchizedek's.
The truth appears to be that certain bars of music which might easily happen to be similar, or even identical, when plain-song was the common style, were produced at different times and places, and one man finally harmonized the wandering strains into a complete tune. It is now generally conceded that the man was Henry Carey, a popular English composer and dramatist of the first half of the 18th century, who sang the melody as it now is, in 1740, at a public dinner given in honor of Admiral Vernon after his capture of Porto Bello (Brazil). This antedates any authenticated use of the tune ipsissima forma in England or continental Europe.
The American history of it simply is that Woodbridge gave it to Mason and Mason gave it to Smith—and Smith gave it “My Country 'Tis of Thee.”
“BY THE RUDE BRIDGE.”
This genuinely American poem, written by Ralph Waldo Emerson and called usually the “Concord Hymn,” was prepared for the dedication of the Battle-monument in Concord, April 19, 1836, and sung there to the tune of “Old Hundred.” Apparently no change has been made in the original except of a single word in the first line.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.