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It was going to be Ives:

Memories: (B) Rather Sad

From the street a strain on my ear doth fall,
A tune as threadbare as that 'old red shawl',
It is tattered, it is torn,
It shows signs of being worn,
It's the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn,
'Twas a common little thing and kind 'a sweet,
But 'twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet;
I can see him shuffling down
To the barn or to the town,
A humming.

But instead I put on a disc of Mexican orchestral music (starting with Moncayo's Huapongo) and my mood is quite different from sad nostalgic Ives.