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John Prindle Scott

 
John Prindle Scott was a composer and musician that lived in McDonough around the turn of the century in his Victorian cottage that he fondly called "Scottage". He often put on concerts for the local community. He also composed poetry, some of which is still found in McDonough family records.

Many of Scott's works were hymns. The one still most widely used is "Come Ye Blessed". Copies of the sheet music he published is still available at music stores.

In 1916, to celebrate the semi-centennial of Nebraska’s admittance to the Union, a statewide celebration was prepared.
To stimulate interest in the celebration the Honorable John D. Haskell of Wakefield, Nebraska, offered a prize of $100 for the best poem adopted as a state song for Nebraska. One of the conditions was that the ode to Nebraska should be written by a state residence. The judges awarded the prize to the Rev. William H. Buss of Fremont. Mr. Haskell gave, also, a prize of $100 for the best musical arrangement for the poem. This award went to John Prindle Scott of New York.

Below are the words that Scott set to music:


THE ODE TO NEBRASKA
Reverend William H. Buss

Now laud the proud tree planter state,
Nebraska -- free, enlightened, great;
Her royal place she has in song;
The noblest strains to her belong;
Her fame is sure.
Then sing Nebraska through the years;
Extol her stalwart pioneers;
The days when, staunch and unafraid,
The state's foundations, well they laid,
To long endure.

The land where Coronado trod,
And brave Marquette surveyed the sod;
Where red men long in council sat;
Where spreads the valley of the Platte
Far 'neath the sun.
The land beside whose borders sweep
The bill Missouri's waters, deep,
Whose course erratic, through its sands,
From northland on, through many lands,
Does seaward run.

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