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Beginners syncopation and range with four intervals:
minor third, major third, perfect 4th and perfect fifth.
Description
- Grade: Fourth
- Origin: USA – Revolutionary Tavern Song
- Key: G Major
- Time: 6/8
- Form: ABACC
- Rhythm: beginners: | ti ti ti ti ti ti | ti ti ti ta ti | syncopation, | ta/a ti | syncopation, | ti ti ti ta ti ri |
syncopation - Pitches: beginners: So La Ti Do Re Mi Fa
- Intervals: intermediate: So/Do (P4), Re/Fa (m3), Mi\Do (M3), Do\La/Do (m3), Re\So (P5), Do/Fa (P4)
- Musical Elements: notes: dotted quarter, quarter, eighth, sixteenth; pickup beat, tied notes, vocal slur, syncopation
- Key Words: USA history, American Revolution, colonial history, Boston Tea Party, USA geography: Boston, Massachusetts; Queen of England, England, rich, sea, daughter, new country, ocean, between, replied, shall, quoth (quote), willing, fair price, tea, three-penny tax, reddened, rage, quite, proper, old lady, servant, packed, budget, three pence a pound, large, familie (family), conveyed, ocean’s side, bouncing girl, poured, dark, boiling, tide, island Queen, steeped, enough, never, contractions: shan’t (shall not) , ax (ask), you’re (you are), ’tis (it is)
| 1. | There was a rich lady lived over the sea, And she was an island queen. Her daughter lived off on the new country, With an ocean if water between, With an ocean if water between. |
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Now mother dear mother,” the daughter replied, “I shan’t do the thing you ax. I’m willing to pay a fair price for the tea, But never the three-penny tax. But never the three-penny tax.” |
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| 3. | “You shall,” quoth the mother, and reddened with rage, “For you’re my own daughter, you see, And sure ’tis quite proper the daughter should pay Her mother a tax on her tea, Her mother a tax on her tea.” |
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| 4. | And so the old lady her servant called up And packed off a budget of tea; And eager for three pence a pound, she put in Enough for a large familie, Enough for a large familie. |
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| 5. | She ordered her servants to bring home the tax, Declaring her child should obey, Or old as she was, and almost woman grown, She’d half whip her life away, She’d half whip her life away. |
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| 6. | The tea was conveyed to the daughter’s door, All down by the ocean’s side; And the bouncing girl pour’d out every pound In the dark and boiling tide; In the dark and boiling tide. |
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| 7. | And then she called out to the Island Queen, “Oh, mother, dear mother,” quoth she, “Your tea you may have when ’tis steep’d quite enough But never a tax from me, But never a tax from me.” |
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