The Pottage Point Centennial Band

From "Who Dares Disturb My Slumber"

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"Colonial Waltz"
(instrumental)

Emilene: Oh, what cheer, Samuel. Back from the commissary, I see
Samuel: Yes, Emilene, but look yonder. We have visitors.
Emilene: Verily, I see a gathering of brave Americans. It may be that they would fancy a song. Fair Dickie, perhaps


"Fair Dickie"

As I did pass by the prairie grass
To seek my eager bride
I saw not her, but the barrister
And this he gaily cried
Fair Dickie
Where Dickie
Is the powder for my hair, Dickie
I can't wait for to barristrate
But my wig I do require
Fair Dickie
Where Dickie
Is the powder for my hair, Dickie
I can't wait for to barristrate
But my wig I do require

It came to pass that my Jenny ass
For want of shoes went lame
I rode forthwith to see the smith
And this he did proclaim
Fair Dickie
Where Dickie
Is the gelding or the mare, Dickie
I'll ironmong
As the day is long
But thy ass shall not be shod
Fair Dickie
Where Dickie
Is the gelding or the mare, Dickie
I'll ironmong
As the day is long
But thy ass shall not be shod
I'll ironmong
As the day is long
But thy ass shall not be shod


Emilene: Huzzah, that was Fair Dickie, and we are the Pottage Point Centennial Band.
Samuel: And our next song is for the infantryman who sallied to engage the enemy on the Lowlands Low.
Emilene: Blow, ye winds, and bless our soldiers with good fortune.


"The Fifer's Got a Wound'd Head"

Gallants attend, for truth I'm bound to tell, sir
Of soldiers who for freedom nearly fell, sir
Trooping, ho, to face the foe upon the plain
And marching forth and hence and whence and forth again

Rah puppity pim pum
Rah pippity pum pim
Pippity pum a roll of the drum and on we tread
Rah puppity pim pum
Rah pippity pum pum pim
Pippity pot
The fifer's got a woundd head

So come you lads, the truth I'm bound to say, sir
Of men who bravely stepped into the fray, sir
Marching apace, the foe to face, are men, men, men
Marching forth and hence and whence and forth again

Rah puppity pim pum
Rah pippity pum pim
Pippity pum a roll of the drum and on we tread
Rah puppity pim pum
Rah pippity pum pum pim
Pippity pot
The fifer's got a woundd head


Samuel: Poor fifer!
Emilene: Pray pardon, Samuel, but it is not merely the men who work from dawn til dusk. Colonial life is hard for us women, too. Retting flax, braiding the neckweed, and of course, stewing the pottage. But the heaviest yoke is the burden of love lost.


"Tinker O Tinker, Mend Not This Kettle"

Tinker O Tinker
Mend not this kettle
It's fine coat of metal
Was by my true love dented

Now he's gone for a soldier
Now he's gone for a soldier
Hardly ever more to return

So Tinker O Tinker
Mend not this kettle
It pricks me as a nettle
Please stay thy hand from tinking
Please stay thy hand from tinking


Samuel: Well if it isn't willful young Sally Carver, the drovers daughter. Sally, what sort of song have you for us today
Sally: A droving song, sir, and one that you can step to!
Samuel: Ha ha! A droving song, gentlemen!


"Ever the Hampshire Down"

When I was nigh on six years old
I listened to the story
That my father told
He said he took his ewe to town
And every other ewe in town
Was ever the Hampshire Down

Ever the Hampshire Down
Ever the Hampshire Down
Every other ewe in town
Was ever the Hampshire Down
Ever the Hampshire Down
Ever the Hampshire Down
Every other ewe in town
Was ever the Hampshire Down

Emilene: The Hampshire Down is breed of sheep, tis not
Sally: Indeed, Madam Goodwife, with the strongest wool and finest yield of tender mutton!

When I was four and thirty years
I told that very story
That my daughter hears
I said my ram was fine and brown
But every other ram in town
Was ever the Hampshire Down

Ever the Hampshire Down
Ever the Hampshire Down
Every other ram in town
Was ever the Hampshire Down
Ever the Hampshire Down
Ever the Hampshire Down
Every other ram in town
Was ever the Hampshire Down


Samuel: Brave Americans all, we are the Pottage Point Centennial Band!
Emilene: Pray remember me, and may your trenchers be always full of tallow.

"Colonial Waltz Reprise"
(instrumental)

(Victoria Gilbert - vocals
Lauren London - vocals
Scarlett London - vocals
Darin Zahuranec - trumpet and french horn)

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