22Nd April 2021 St George
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- 1 - OPENING MEDLEY Fortune's always hiding, I've looked ev'rywhere, Anytime you're Lambeth way, I'm forever blowing bubbles, Any evening, any day, Pretty bubbles in the air. You'll find us all doin' the Lambeth Walk. - o - Ev'ry little Lambeth gal With her little Lambeth pal, Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer You'll find 'em all doin' the do! Lambeth Walk. I'm half crazy, all for the love of you! Ev'rything free and easy, It won't be a stylish marriage, Do as you darn well pleasey, I can't afford a carriage, Why don't you make your way there, But you'll look sweet upon the Go there, stay there. seat Once you get down Lambeth way, Of a bicycle made for two! Ev'ry evening, ev'ry day, - o - You'll find us all doin' the Lambeth Walk. Let's all go down the Strand ('ave a banana) - o - Let's all go down the Strand. Come, come, come and make eyes at I'll be leader, you can march me behind, Down at the old Bull and Bush. Come with me and see what we can (Dah dah dah dah dah) find. Come, come, drink some port wine Let's all go down the Strand with me ('ave a banana) Down at the old Bull and Bush. Oh, what a happy band. Hear the little German band That's the place for fun and noise (Dah de dah de dah dah dah) All among the girls and boys, Just let me hold your hand, dear. So let's all go down the Strand. Do, do, come and have a drink or - o - two Down at the old Bull and Bush. Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner (Bush bush!) That I love London so, Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - o - That I think of her wherever I go. I'm forever blowing bubbles, I get a funny feeling inside of me Pretty bubbles in the air. Just walking up and down, They fly so high, nearly reach Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner the sky, That I love London Town. Then like my dreams they fade and die. - 2 - THE FLORAL DANCE Every boy took a girl 'round the waist As I walked home on a Summer And hurried her off in tremendous night haste When stars in Heav'n were shining Whether they knew one another I bright care not Far away from the footlight's Whether they cared at all, I know glare not Into the sweet and scented air But they kissed as they danced Of a quaint old Cornish town along. Borne from afar on the gentle And there was the band with that breeze curious tone … etc. Joining the murmur of the summer seas I felt so lonely standing there Distant tones of an old world And I could only stand and stare dance For I had no boy with me Played by the village band Lonely I should have to be perchance In that quaint old Cornish town. On the calm air came floating down When suddenly hast'ning down the lane I thought I could hear the A figure I knew I saw quite plain curious tone With outstretched hands he came Of the cornet, clarinet and big along trombone, And carried me into that merry Fiddle, ‘cello, big bass drum, throng Bassoon, flure and euphonium, And fiddle and all went dancing Far away, as in a trance down. I heard the sound of the Floral Dance We danced to the band with the curious tone … etc. And soon I heard such a bustling and prancing Dancing here, prancing there And then I saw the whole village Jigging, jogging ev'rywhere was dancing Up and down, and round the town In and out of the houses they Hurrah! For the Cornish Floral came Dance Old folk, young folk, all the same In that quaint old Cornish town - 3 - BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPERE With the wife of the British Ambassador, The girls today in society Try a crack out of Troilus and Go for classical poetry, Cressida. So to win their hearts one must If she says she won't buy it or quote with ease tike it, Aeschylus and Euripides. Make her tike it what's more as One must know Homer, and b’lieve you like it. me, Bo, If she says your behaviour is Sophocles, also Sapphoho. heinous, Unless you know Shelley and Kick her right in the Coriolanus. Keats and Pope, Brush up your Shakespeare Dainty Debbies will call you a And they'll all kowtow, dope. But the poet of them all [REPEAT CHORUS] Who will start 'em simply ravin' Is the poet people call If you can't be a ham and “The bard of Stratford-on-Avon.” do Hamlet They will not give a damn or a Brush up your Shakespeare, damnlet, Start quoting him now. Just recite an occasional sonnet Brush up your Shakespeare And your lap'll have Honey upon And the women you will wow. it. When your baby is pleading for Just declaim a few lines from pleasure "Othella" Let her sample your Measure for And they think you're a heckuva Measure. fella. If your blonde won't respond when Brush up your Shakespeare you flatter 'er And they'll all kowtow Tell her what Tony told Forsooth! Cleopaterer, And they'll all kowtow If she fights when her clothes I’Faith! you are mussing, And they'll all … kow … tow! What are clothes? "Much Ado About Nussing.” Brush up your Shakespeare And they'll all kowtow, [REPEAT CHORUS] - 4 - ENGLISH FOLK SONG MEDLEY Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green, Come lasses and lads, get leave of When I am king, dilly dilly, you your dads shall be queen. And away to the maypole hie. Who told you so, dilly dilly, who For ev'ry fair has a sweetheart told you so? there Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, And the fiddler's standing by. that told me so. For Willy shall dance with Jane And Johnny has got his Joan Lavender's green, dilly dilly, To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, lavender's blue, Trip it up and down! If you love me, dilly dilly I To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, will love you. Trip it up and Down! Let the birds sing, dilly dilly, and the lambs play; - o - We shall be safe, dilly dilly, out of harm's way. As I was going to Strawberry Fair, Singing, singing, buttercups and - o - daisies, I met a maiden going her way, Are you going to Scarborough foldiedee! Fair? Blue were her eyes, gold was her Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, hair, Remember me to one who lives As she went down to Strawberry there. Fair. She once was a true love of mine. Ritefol, ritefol, toldieriddlelido, Ritefol, ritefol, toldieriddledee! Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, - o - Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; Without a seam or fine needle Early one morning, just as the work. sun was rising Then she'll be a true love of mine. I heard a maiden sing in the valley below: - o - "Oh, don't deceive me, oh, never When I was bound appentice in leave me, famous Lincolnshire, How could you use a poor maiden Full well I served my master for so?" nigh on seven years, Till I took up to poaching as you - o - shall quickly hear, Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year. - 5 - Oh, 'tis my delight on a shiny And when shall I see again my night in the season of the grey mare? year. All along, down along, out along lea. - o - By Friday soon, or Saturday noon, As I came thro' Sandgate, thro' With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Sandgate, thro' Sandgate, Gurney, As I came thro' Sandgate, I heard a Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry lassie sing: Hawke, "O, weel may the keel row, the keel Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, row, the keel row, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all. O, weel may the keel row that my laddie's in." - o - Where hast thou been since I saw ST GEORGE’S DAY FINALE thee? On Ilkley moor baht 'at; Rose Of England, thou shalt fade Where hast thou been since I saw not here, thee? Proud and bright from rolling Where hast thou been since I saw year to year. thee? Red shall thy petals be as rich On Ilkley Moor baht 'at, wine untold On Ilkley moor baht 'at, Shed by thy warriors who served On Ilkley moor baht 'at. thee of old. Rose Of England, breathing - o - England's air, Flower of Chivalry beyond Tom Pearce, Tom Peearce, lend me compare; your grey mare. While hand and heart endure to All along, down along, out along cherish thy prime, lea. Thou shalt blossom to the end of For I want for to go to Widecombe Time. Fair, - o - With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all. - 6 - I vow to thee, my country, all Land of hope and glory earthly things above, Mother of the free Entire and whole and perfect, the How shall we extol thee service of my love; Who are born of thee The love that asks no questions, Wider still and wider the love that stands the test, Shall thy bounds be set That lays upon the altar, the God who made thee mighty dearest and the best; Make thee mightier The love that never falters, the God who made thee mighty love that pays the price, Make thee mightier yet The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.