Advanced syncopation, mastering So/Mi (M6),
and a raised/sharped supertonic (2, Ri).
Description
- Grade: Fifth
- Origin: Bahama Island, Nassau Folk Song
- Key: G Major
- Time: 4/4
- Form: AB – verse/chorus
- Rhythm: advanced: | ti ta ti ta ta | syncopation,
| ta/a (ta) ta | ta/ ta ti ta | syncopation, |
| ta/a ti ta/ | syncopation, | ta/a ti ti ta | ta/a/a/a |
| ta (ti) ta ti ta | syncopation, | (ta) ti ta ti ta | syncopation, | (ta/a) ta ta | ta ti ta ta/ | syncopation, | (ta/a) (ta) ta | ta/a (ta/a) |
| ta/ ta ti ta | syncopation, | ti ta ti ti ti ta | syncopation, | (ta) (ti) ta/ ta | syncopation - Pitches: intermediate: So La Ti Do Re Ri Mi Fa So – raised/sharp supertonic (2, Ri)
- Intervals: intermediate: So/Mi (M6), Mi\So (M6), Re\So (P5), Mi\Ri/Mi (m2), Mi\Do (M3)
- Musical Elements: notes: whole, half, dotted quarter, quarter, eighth; rests: half, quarter, eighth; pickup beat, two double barlines, syncopation, tied notes, vocal slur; verse/chorus
- Key Words: world geography: Bahama Islands, Nassau Town; sloop (boat), grandfather, roam, sights, breakup, hoist, ashore, drunk, first mate, broke, constable, sheriff, John Stone, cook, caught, fits, throw, grits, worst; contractions: I’ve (I have) abbreviations: walkin’ (walking), seein’ (seeing), mains’l (main sail), capt’n (captain) possessive: people’s
- Recorder: advanced: introducing F# and A#
1. | Oh, we come on the sloop John B. My grandfather and me, Around Nassau town we did roam. Walkin’ all night Just seein’ the sights, Well, I feel so breakup, I want to go home. |
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So hoist up the John B. sails, See how the mains’l sets, Send for the Capt’n ashore, Let me go home, Please let me go home, I want to go home, Well, I feel so breakup I want to go home. |
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First mate, he got drunk. Broke up the people’s trunk. Constable had to come and take him away. Sheriff John Stone, Why don’t you leave me alone? Well, I feel so break-up, I want to go home. |
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3. | Well, the poor cook he caught the fits. Throw away all of my grits. Then he took and he ate up all of my corn. Let me go home. I want to go home. This is the worst trip since I’ve been born. |
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