There was a man (There was a man)
Now please take note (Now please take note)
There was a man (There was a man)
Who had a goat. (Who had a goat.)
2.
He loved that goat (He loved that goat)
Indeed he did (Indeed he did)
He loved that goat (He loved that goat)
Just like a kid. (Just like a kid.)
3.
One day that goat (One day that goat)
Felt frisk and fine (Felt frisk and fine)
Ate three red shirts (Ate three red shirts)
Right off the line. (Right off the line.)
4.
The man, he grabbed (The man, he grabbed)
Him by the back (Him by the back)
And tied him to (And tied him to)
A railroad track .(A railroad track)
5.
Now, when that train (Now, when that train)
Hove into sight (Hove into sight)
That goat grew pale (That goat grew pale)
And green with fright. (And green with fright.)
6.
He heaved a sigh (He heaved a sigh)
As if in pain (As if in pain)
Coughed up those shirts (Coughed up those shirts)
And flagged the train! (And flagged the train!)
Straight and dotted syncopation within a melody
which has no leading tone.
Description
Grade: Fifth
Origin: USA – Folk Song, circa. 1920’s
Key: C Major
Time: 4/4
Form: phrases: ABACDEF – song: AB
Rhythm: intermediate: | ta ta ta ta | ta ta/a ti ti |
| ta/a (ta) ti ti | ti ti ti ta ti ti | ta ti ti ta ti ti |
| ta ta ta/ ti | syncopation, | ta ta/a ti/ ri | syncopation, | ti ti ta ta ti ti | ta ta ta ti ti |
Pitches: intermediate: Do Re Mi Fa So La Do – no leading tone: seventh (7, Ti)
Recorder: intermediate: alternating repeated pitches, four measure phrases
“Big Rock Candy Mountain”
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains*,
There’s a land that’s fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day.
Oh, I’m bound to go where there isn’t any snow,
Where the rain doesn’t fall and the wind doesn’t blow,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees in the sycamore trees
Round the soda water fountain,
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Syncopated rhythms on the last quarter of the second and fourth beats, experiencing the interval So\Re, ending two phrases on a leading tone (Re), and extended phrases promoting breath support.
Rhythm: intermediate: | ta ti/ ri ta ti/ ri | syncopation, | ta ta ta ti/ ri | syncopation,
| ta ti/ ri ta ta |syncopation, | ta/a/a ta |
| ta ta ta ta | ta/a/a/a | ta ta/a ti/ ri | syncopation,
| ta ti/ ri ti ti ta | syncopation
Pitches: beginners: So La Do Re Mi So – pentatonic scale
Biddy, Biddy, hol’ fas’ los’ my gold ring,
Carry me to London, come back again.
Biddy, Biddy, hol’ fas’ los’ my gold ring,
Carry me to London, come back again.
A natural tonic (Di), sharped second (Ri), flat third (Me), with tonic and dominate octave skips, while extending the vocal range, makes this famous march challenging and fun!
Description
Grade: Third
Origin: music: John P. Sousa – words: unknown
Key: E flat Major
Time: 2/2 (counted in 4/4)
Form: AB
Rhythm: intermediate: | ta/a ta ta | ta/a ta ta |
| ta/a ta/ ti | syncopation, | ta/a/a ta | ta ta/a/a |
| ta ta ta ta | ta/a (ta) ta | ta (ta) ta/a |
Pitches: advanced: So La Ti Do Di Re Ri Me Mi Fa So La Do
Key Words: John Phillip Sousa, “The Stars and Strips Forever,” patriotic tunes, nonsense lyrics, animal science, duck, swamp, mother, another, nearly, damp, alone, friends, one and only; hyphenated: web-footed
“Be Kind To Your Web-Footed Friends”
Be kind to your web-footed friends,
For a duck may be somebody’s mother.
She lives all alone in the swamp,
In the cold and the damp.
Be kind to your web-footed friends,
For one duck may be nearly like another,
But to the duck that she loves,
She is the one, she is the one and only mother.
Musical Elements: notes: quarter, dotted eighth, eighth, sixteenth; rest: whole; dynamics: forte, mezzo forte, decrescendo, crescendo, accent marks (marcato)
Key Words: sounds of a clock, time for bed, gaily, flock, doll, block, bids, jacket, frock, eyelids, tick-tock, names: Amy, Jamie, Jo, Jock
“Bed-Time”
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Amy, Jamie, Jo, and Jock,
Off to bed they gaily flock,
Leaving book and doll and block,
Ev’ry night when bids the clock,
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Off with jacket, off with frock!
Amy, Jamie, Jo and Jock,
Not a frown among the flock,
Soon will sleep their eyelids lock,
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Dotted quarter and dotted eight syncopation throughout,
melodic rhythm patterns, and a tonic arpeggio.
Description
Grade: Fifth
Origin: USA – words: Julia Ward Howe, music: Traditional (1861)
Key: G Major
Time: 4/4
Form: phrases: ABACDE – song: AB, verse/chorus
Rhythm: intermediate: | ti/ ri ti/ ri ti/ ri ti/ ri | syncopation, | ti/ ri ti/ ri ta ti/ ri | syncopation,
| ti/ ri ti/ ri ta ta | syncopation, | ta ta ta ta | ta/a/a (ta) |
| ta/ ri ti/ ri ti/ ri | syncopation | ta/a ta (ta) |
Recorder: intermediate: melody primarily moves by steps improving finger dexterity
Succour: assistance and support in times of hardship and distress.
Same tune as “John Brown’s Body.”
“Battle Hymn of the Republic”
1.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
2.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
Chorus
3.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.
Chorus
4.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Chorus
5.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Chorus
6.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.
