Rhyme Time

Recalling one’s childhood days

 
 
 
 
 

Program Notes

While looking through music and trying to decide what might be appropriate themes for our March and May concerts, I came across a number of pieces with nursery rhymes as lyrics. The more I looked the more I found;  in fact, more than I could use in one concert. From those, I found adequate music for a concert that would be totally different from the first two of the season. This music will allow concert goers to release their ”inner child” and be sent back to their own childhoods when many of these lyrics would have been commonplace.  It is also a chance for concert goers to bring their young children or their grandchildren. Above all, I wanted this concert to be fun – fun for the singers and fun for the audience.

A nursery rhyme is a traditional poem or song for children in Britain and many other countries, but usage of the term date only from the late 18th/early 19th century. The term Mother Goose rhymes is interchangeable with nursery rhymes. From the mid-16th century nursery rhymes began to be recorded in English plays, and most popular rhymes dates from the 17th and 18th centuries. The first English collections, Tommy Thumb’s Song Book and a sequel, Tommy Thumb’s Pretty Song Book, were published by Mary Cooper in 1744. Later Thomas Carnan used the term Mother Goose for nursery rhymes and in 1780 published a compilation called Mother Goose’s Melody or Sonnets for the CradleThirty days hath September and Pat-a-cake are two of the oldest known nursery rhymes.

Not all the pieces in this concert fall into what we would call nursery rhymes. Some, which are usually longer, relate more to later childhood and are more poems than rhymes.

James Hawn, Artistic Director

Text and Translations

Ralph Hunter (1921-2002): Five Nursery Rhymes

1. Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

2. Little Bo-Peep

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And doesn’t know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they’ll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.

3. Little Jack Horner

Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
Eating his Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I.”

4. Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go.

5. Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

David Heck Jr. (1941-2021): Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

Mary, Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row.

Andrew Carter (b. 1939): Two For The Price of One

1. There was an old man

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan
The wind came along and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He kicked up an awful dinnegan
Because they said he must not singegan
Poor old Michael Finnegan.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He went fishing with a pinnegan
Caught a fish but dropped it innegan
Poor old Michael Finnegan.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
Climbed a tree and barked his shinnegan
Took off several yards of skinnegan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He grew fat and then grew thinnegan
Then he died and had to beginnegan
Poor old Michael Finnegan.

2. This old man

This old man, he played one,
He played nick nack on my drum,

Chorus:
With a nick-nack paddy-whack, give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played two,
He played nick nack on my shoe,

Chorus

This old man, he played three,
He played nick nack on my knee,

Chorus

This old man, he played four,
He played nick nack on my door,

Chorus

This old man, he played five,
He played nick nack on my hive,

Chorus

John Rutter (b. 1945): Five Childhood Lyrics

1. Monday’s Child

Words: Traditional

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,

Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for his living,

And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

2. The Owl and the Pussycat

Words:  Edward Lear (1812-1888)

The owl and the pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The owl looked up to the stars above
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are.”

Pussy said to the Owl “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
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 a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?”
Said the Piggy, “I 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, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

3. Windy Nights

Words:  R.L. Stevenson (1850-1894)

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

4. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John

Words:  Traditional

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch, and one to pray;
And two to bear my soul away.

5. Sing a Song of Sixpence

Words and melody:  Traditional

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?

The king was in his counting house, counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour, eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.

Craig Carnahan (b. 1951): Toadibet
(4 Songs from “The Wind in the Willows” - 1984)

1. The Incredible Mr. Toad

The world has held great heroes,
As history books have showed;
But never a name to go down in fame
Compared with that of Toad!

The clever men at Oxford
Know all that there is to be knowed;
But they, none of them,
Know one half as much as intelligent Mister Toad!

The animals sat in the Ark and cried,
Their tears in torrents flowed.
Who was it said, “There’s land a head?”
Encouraging Mister Toad!

The army all saluted as they marched along the road,
Was it the King or Kitchener?
No, no, no, no.
It was Mister Toad!

The Queen and her ladies-in-waiting
Sat in the window and sewed.
She cried, “Look! Who is that? Who is that handsome man?”
They answered, “Mister Toad.”

2. Duck’s Ditty

All along the back water,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight,
Busy in the river.

Slushy gree under growth
Where the roach swim,
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.

High in the blue above,
Swifts whirl and call;
We a down a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Every one for what he likes!
We like to be,
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!

3. Toad’s Last Little Song

The Toad came home!

Chorus:
There was panic in the parlor and howling in the hall.
There was crying in the cowshed and shrieking in the stall.

There was smashing in of window and crashing in of door,
There was chivying of weasels that fainted on the floor.

When the Toad came home!

Bang! Go the drums!
The trumpeters are tooting.
Bang! Go the drums!
And the soldiers all salute!
Bank! Go the drums!
And the cannon they are shooting,
And the motorcars are hooting.
Bang! Go the drums!

Chorus

Ward Gardner: Bo-Peep

Based on the Traditional air and a Fugue by Pachelbel

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can’t tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they’ll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Sam Pottle (1934-1978): Jabberwocky

Words by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson AKA Lewis Caroll (1832-1898)
- from Through the Looking Glass (1871)

‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves
And mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the teeth that catch!
Beware the jubjubb bird and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgeywood,
And burbled as it came.
One, two!  One, two!  And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day!  Callooy, callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves
And mome raths outgrabe.

J.H. Loughlin (b. 1931): Six Nursery Rhymes in Modern Style

1. Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch the poor doggie a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And the poor doggie got none!

2. Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle!
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

3. Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet,
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a big spider and sat down beside,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

4. Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

5. Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

6. Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory Dickory Dock.

Henry C. Work (1832-1884): Grandfather’s Clock

Arr. Ralph Hunter and Robert Shaw

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.

It was bought on the morn' of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering.
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died.

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found,
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound.

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died.

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight,
That his hour for departure had come.

Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering.
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died.

David Scott Lytle: Ah, vous dirais-je Maman

from Au féminin pluriel

French Text:

Rentr’ p’tit Pierre, rentr’ p’tit Paul,
deux petits moineaux sont sur une corde.
L’un s’appelle p’tit Pierre, l’autre s’appelle p’tit Paul.
Sort p’tit Pierre, sort p’tit Paul.

Crème à la glace, limonade sucrée,
dis-moi le nom de ton cavalier.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P !

Qui veut jouer avec moi ? Pas moi !
C’est moi la première ! C’est à moi !
Moi aussi ! Donn’ le moi !
T’es pu mon amie !

Les mois de l’année sont
janvier, février, mars, avril,
mai, juin, juillet, août,
septembre, octobre, novembre, décembre.

Maman, prends-moi. Maman, berce-moi.
Maman, regarde, Maman. Je t’aime.
Maman, il faut que je te dise un secret.
Maman, ne le dis pas à Papa !

Je m’en vais à Paris pour rejoindre mon amie.
Dos à dos, face à face,
donnez-vous la main et changer d’place.

Regarde-moi, j’l’fais toute seule.
J’suis capable…j’pas capable !

Maman, regarde là-bas sur l’mur.
Maman, j’ai peur…y’a une grosse araignée.
La vois-tu ? Si grosse, si noire, si laide !

Je t’aime comme les feuilles d’automne.
Je t’aime gros comme cents éléphants.

Viens voir mon bobo. Viens voir mon caca.
Viens voir mon dessin. Viens te coucher avec moi.
Viens voir ma chambre rose. Viens m’essuyer !

Est-ce que je suis la plus belle ? Pourquoi suis-je une fille ?
Qu’est-ce que je mets ce matin ?
As-tu un cadeau pour moi ?

J’ai perdu ma poupée. J’ai fait une grosse tache.
J’ai une robe en dentelle.
Etc.

English Translation:

In little Peter, in little Paul,
two little sparrows sitting on a line.
One’s little Peter, the other’s little Paul.
Out little Peter, out little Paul.

Ice cream, lemonade,
tell me who you’re sweet on.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P!

Who wants to play with me? Not me!
I’m first! That’s mine!
Me too! Give it to me!
You’re not my friend any more!

The months of the year are
January, February, March, April,
May, June, July, August,
September, October, November, December.

Mommy, hold me. Mommy, rock me.
Mommy, look Mommy. I love you.
Mommy, I have to tell you a secret,
but don’t tell Daddy!

I’m going to Paris to meet my friend,
back-to-back, face-to-face,
take my hand and let’s change place.

Look at me, I can do it myself.
I know I can…it’s too hard!

Look Mommy, over there on the wall.
Mommy, I’m scared…there’s a big spider.
Do you see it? Its big and black and ugly!

I love you as much as leaves in the fall.
My love is big as a hundred elephants.

Come see my cut. Come see my caca.
Come see my drawing. Come sleep with me.
Come see my pink room. Come wipe me!

Am I the prettiest? How come I’m a girl?
What should I wear today?
Do you have a present for me?

I lost my doll. I spilled something.
I’ve got a dress with lace.
Etc.

Ray Charles: Hi, Ho Nobody Home

Hi, ho nobody home,
no eat no drink, nor money have I none
Still I will go merrily along.

Hi, ho nobody home,
no friend or kin have I beneath the sun,
Still I will sing a happy song.

My spirit’s high, my fortune’s low
But do I cry?
Oh no, no, no!
I have the sky, I have the earth;
Between them I have made my berth, so

Hi, ho nobody home,
No place to bed, to lay a weary head
Still I will go merrily along.

Anybody home.

Hi, ho nobody home,
no eat no drink, nor money have I none
Still I will go merrily along.

Hi ho.

John Hooper: Variations on “This Old Man”

This old man, he played one,
He played knick knack on my drum,

Chorus:
With a knick-knack paddy-whack, give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played two,
He played knick knack on my shoe,

Chorus

This old man, he played three,
He played knick knack on my knee,

Chorus

This old man, he played four,
He played knick knack on my door,

Chorus

This old man, he played five,
He played knick knack on my hive,

Chorus

This old man, he played six,
He played knick knack on my sticks,

Chorus

This old man, he played seven,
He played knick knack up in heaven,

Chorus

This old man, he played eight,
He played knick knack on my gate,

Chorus

This old man, he played nine,
He played knick knack on my spine,

Chorus

This old man, he played ten,
He played knick knack once again,

Chorus

Havelock Nelson (1917-1996): Little Miss Muffet
(with apologies to Rossini)

Little Miss Muffet,
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a big spider and sat down beside,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Artist Information

James Hawn, Director

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography

Connor Elias, Collaborative Pianist

Photo Credit: Rebecca Fisher