- Ives, Burl
Burl Ives' Animal Folk: Song Album
Wayfarer Music, Inc., New York, 1964, Wraps, , , Very Good
32 pp. Light creasing to corners of wraps, perhaps some discoloration at edges of wraps. Copyright also Walt Disney Productions. Musical scores for ''The Horse of Demerara'' (traditional, adapted and arranged by Burl Ives), ''Jim Johnson's Mule'' (traditional), Johnny Doolan's Cat'' (attrib. elsewhere to Rhodes and Conley), My Fine White Pony,'' ''Oriole'' (traditional melody, words by Will Lawrence), ''The Owl and the Pussy Cat'' (words by Edward Lear, music by Burl Ives), ''The Robin'' (by Ken McGehen), ''The Robin and the Chicken'' (by Ken McGehen), and ''Where's Joe.'' Three color art on cover and line art on title page unattributed. Wayfarer Music was Ives's company. OCLC finds two copies. The songs correspond to those on the album of the same name. The album includes five more songs.
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SONG OF NATURE
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