A CONCERT FOR ALL THE FAMILY!
Two
- byTwo
A family
concert at
Holy Trinity, in
aid of
Home-Start
Conductor:
Jeremy Backhouse
Piano:
Francis Pott
Saturday
6 July 2024
at 4 pm
Holy Trinity Church
Vivace
Waverley
Registered Charity No. 1207710
03/06/2024 17:35
Music by Alan Bullard
MR LEAR
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CALICO PE
Calico Pie,
Calico Ban,
The little Birds fly
The little Mice ran,
Down to the Calico free,
To be ready in time for teq,
Their wings were blue,
Flippity Flup,
And they sang Tilly-looY
They drank it all up,
Til away they flew,
And danced in the cup,
And they never came back to mel
They never came back!
They never come bockl
They never came back 1o me!
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But they never came back to mel
They never come back!
They never come backl!
They never came back o me!
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2.3
Calico Jom,
Calico Drum,
The little Fish swam,
The Grasshoppers come,
Over the syllabub seq,
The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee,
He took off his hat
Over the ground,
To the Sole and the Sprat,
Around and round,
And the Wileby-wat,
With a hop and a bound,
But he never come back o mel
But they never came back to mel
He never came backl
They never come back!
He never came backl
They never come back!
They never came back to mel
He never come back fo mel
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INTERLUDE 1
2
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went fo sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They fook some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang with a small guitar,
’O feline face, so full of grace,
What a beautiful creature you are,
What a beautiful creature you are!‘
Pussy said to the Owl, *You elegont fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! Too long we have farried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in the wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring af the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring af the end of his nose.
‘Dear Pig, are you wiling fo sell for one shiling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, 1 will’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
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The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
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3
BROOM, SHOVEL, POKER AND TONGS
The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
And they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong, Ding-o-dong,
Before they went back in the dark.
Mr Poker sat quife upright in the coach,
Mr Tongs made a clatter and clash,
Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch),
Mrs Broom was in blue (with a sash).
Ding—o-dong! Ding—-a-dong!
And they all song a song!
[Lalblalalolalalal
Sweep sweep, shovel shove|, rattle rattie, clang clong clangl]
‘O Shovely so lovelyt the Poker he sang,
‘You hove perfectly conquered my heaort!
Ding-a-dong! Ding—-a-dong! If youre pleased with my song,
| will feed you with cold opple fort!
When you scrope up the codls with a delicate sound,
You enropture my life with delightt
Your nose is so shiny! Your head is so round!
And your shape is so slender and brightl
Ding—-o-dong! Ding-a-dong!
Ain't you pleased with my song?
[Laolalalalalalalal
Sweep sweep, shovel shovel, rattle rattle, clang clang clangl]
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Alas! Mrs Broom!’ sighed the Tongs in his song,
‘O is it because I'm so thin,
And my legs are so long - Ding-a-dong! Ding-o-dong!
That you dont care about me a pin?
Ahl Fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
Ahl Why don't you heed my complaint!
Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
Ding—o-dong! Ding—-a-dong!
You are certainly wrong!
Lalblalalolalald
Sweep sweep, shovel shovel, rattle rattle, clang clang clangl]
Mrs Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
‘What nonsense youre singing todayt
Said the Shovel, 1l certainly hit you a clong!
Said the Broom, ‘And Il sweep you away!
So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little,
They all became happy again.
Ding—a-dong! Ding—-a-dong!
There's an end of my song!
[Lolalolalolalalal
Sweep sweep, shovel shovel, rattle rattle, clang clang clongl]
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4
THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO
On the Coast of Coromondel,
Where the early pumpkins blow,
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs, and half a candle,
One old jug without a handle,
These were all his worldly goods:
In the middle of the woods,
These were all the worldly goods
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Once, among the Bong-trees walking
Where the early pumpkins blow,
To a little heop of stones
Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
There he heard a Lady taking,
To some mik-white Hens of Dorking,
“Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!
On that little heap of stones
Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!”
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Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
‘Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
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Sitting where the pumpkins blow;
Wil you come and be my wife?”
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
1 am tired of living singly,
On this coast so wid and shingly,
I'm o-weary of my life;
If you'l come and be my wife,
Quite serene would be my lifel
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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Lady Jingly answered sadly,
And her fears began to flow,
Your proposal comes oo late,
Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bol
| would be your wife most gladiyf
(Here she twirled her fingers madly)
‘But in England Ive a matel
Yes! you've asked me far too lafe,
For in Englond 've a mate,
Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bol
Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bol
Through the silenf-rooring ocean
Did the suitor swiftly go;
On a large and lively Turtle
Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
With a sad primaeval motion
Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
Still the Turtle bore him well,
Holding fast upon his shell.
Lady Jingly Jones, farewell
Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
From the Coast of Coromandel
Did that Lady never go,
On that heop of stones she mourns
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
On that Coaost of Coromandel,
In his jug without a handle,
Stil she weeps, and daily moans;
On that little heap of stones
To her Dorking Hens she moans
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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INTERLUDE 2
S5
THE TABLE AND THE CHAR
Said the Table fo the Chair,
So they both went slowly down,
*You can scarcely be aware,
And walked about the fown,
How | suffer from the heat
With a cheerful bumpy sound,
And from chilblains on my feetl
As they foddied round and round.
If we fook a little walk,
And everybody cried,
We might hove a little tak!
As they hastened to thelr side,
Proy let us take the airf
‘Seel The Toble and the Chair
Said the Table fo the Chair.
Have come out to foke the airl’
Said the Chair unto the Toble,
But, in going down an alley,
‘Now you know we are not ablel
To the castlg, in the valley,
How foolishly you falk,
They complefely lost their way,
When you know we cannot walk!
And they wandered all the doy,
Said the Table with a sigh,
Then they whispered to each other,
It can do no harm to try,
‘O delightful little brother!
f've as many legs as you.
What a lovely wak weve token!
Why con't we wak on two?’
Let us dine on beans and bacon!
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6
UNCLE ARLY
O my aged Uncle Arly!
Never — never more — Ohl never,
Sitting on a heap of Barley
Did that Cricket leave him ever,
Daown or evening, day or night;
Thro' the silent hours of night,
Close beside a leafy thicket:
Clinging as a constant treasure,
On his nose there was o Cricket,
Chirping with a cheerious measure,
In his hat o Railway-Ticket;
Wholly to my uncle's pleasure,
(Though his shoes were far too tight)
(But his shoes were far foo tight.)
Long ago, in youth, he squanderd
So for three-and-forty winters,
All his goods away, and wanderd
Till his shoes were worn fo splinters,
All those hills he wanderd der,
To the Tiniskoopy-hills ofar.
There on golden sunsets blozing,
Sometimes silent; sometimes yelling;
Every evening found him gozing,
Til he came to Borley-Meliing,
Singing, ‘Orb! youre quite amazing!
Near his old ancestral dwelling;
(But his shoes were far foo tight.)
How | wonder what you arel
Later, in his morning rambles
On a little heap of Barley
He perceived the moving brambles -
Died my aged Uncle Arly,
Something square and white disclose;
And they buried him one night;
‘Twos a First-class Railwaoy-Ticket;
Close beside the leafy thickef;
But, on sfooping down fo pick it
There, his hat and Railway-Ticket,
Off the ground, a pea-green Cricket
There, his ever-faithful Cricket;
(But his shoes were far foo tight.)
settled on my uncle’s Nose.
INTERLUDE 3
Sophtsluggia Glufinosa
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7
FINALE:
CALICO PIE AND FRIENDS
Calico Pie,
Calico Bon,
The little Birds fly
The little Mice ran,
Down to the Calico tree,
To be ready in time for teq,
Their wings were blue,
Flippity Flup,
And they sang Tily-looY
They arank it all up,
Til away they flew,
And danced in the cup,
And they never came back fo mel
But they never come back 1o me!
They never came back!
They never come baock!
They never come baock!
They never came back!
They never came back to mel
They never came back to me!
There was a Young Lady whose nose
There was on Old Man with a beard,
Was so long that it reached fo her toes
Who said: It is just as | feared!
So she hired an Old Laay,
Two Owls aond a Hen,
whose conduct was steady
Four Larks ond a Wren,
To carry that wonderful nose.
Have all built their nests in my beardl
Calico Jom,
The little Fish swam,
Over the syllabub seq,
He took off his hat
To the Sole ond the Sprat,
And the Wileby-wat,
Calico Drum,
But he never came back o mel
The Grasshoppers come,
He never come back!
The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee,
He never came back!
Over the ground,
He never come back fo mel
Around and round,
With a hop and a bound,
But they never came back fo mel
There was an Old Man who said ‘Well,
Wil nobody answer this bell?
They never came back!
| have pulled day and night,
They never came back!
They never came back to mel
Til my hair has grown white,
But nobody answers this bellt
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3. Japhet, Shem and Ham fetched a ewe-sheep and a ram
4. It looks like rain, now won't that just be jolly!
5. For the flood-gates of Heaven were opened
6. Forty days and nights living under hatches
7. For the Lord closed the flood-gates of Heaven
8. Father Noah, please open the porthole!
9. Then the Lord looked down on the ark
10. Oh what a wonderful scene, the rainbow overhead
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