A Colonial Tavern at Pottsgrove Manor

GLEE Book

Singing of GleesSinging was a very common pastime in Colonial America. In an era before mass distribution of entertainment, people would gather in homes, taverns, and churches to sing. More common even than hymns were the tavern songs. In fact, John Wesley based much of his Methodist Hymnal on songs from the local tavern.This booklet is prepared to help you transition from the 21st Century when we have our music literally piped into our ears from outside sources to the 18th Century when we must make our own. I am not including the scores to these songs because I have asked

several people in our group to learn one or two songs and lead. The words are here for you to sing along once you have the tune.

Over the Hills and Far Away

Here's forty shillings on the drumFor those who volunteer to come,To 'list and fight the foe todayOver the Hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obeyOver the hills and far away.

Through smoke and fire and shot and shell,And to the very walls of hell,But we shall stand and we shall stayOver the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obeyOver the hills and far away.

Though I may travel far from SpainA part of me shall still remain,And you are with me night and dayand Over the hills and far away.

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obey

Over the hills and far away.

Then fall in lads behind the drumWith colours blazing like the sun.Along the road to come what mayOver the hills and far away.

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obeyOver the hills and far away.

When Evil stalks upon the landI'll neither hold nor stay me handBut fight to win a better day,Over the hills and far away.

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obeyOver the hills and far away.

If I should fall to rise no more,As many comrades did before,Ask the fifes and drums to playOver the hills and far away.

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obeyOver the hills and far away.

Let kings and tyrants come and go,I'll stand adjudged by what I know.A soldier’s life I'll ne'er gainsay.Over the hills and far away.

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obeyOver the hills and far away.

Though kings and tyrants come and goA soldier's life is all I knowI'll live to fight another dayOver the hills and far away.

O'er the hills and o'er the mainThrough Flanders, Portugal and Spain.King George commands and we obeyOver the hills and far away.

Christmas is ComingChristmas is comingThe goose is getting fat {FAT}Please put a pennyIn the old man's hat

Christmas is comingThe goose is getting fat {FAT}Please put a pennyIn the old man's hat

If you haven't got a pennyA ha' penny will do {BUT A PENNY WOULD BE BETTER}If you haven't got a ha' pennyA farthing will doIf you haven't got a farthing Then God bless you

Christmas is comingThe goose is getting fatPlease put a pennyIn the old man's hat

If you haven't got a pennyA ha' penny will doIf you haven't got a ha' pennyA farthing will doIf you haven’t got a farthingThen God bless youNOTE: LYRICS IN { SHOULD BE “SQUALKED LIKE A GOOSE BY A TENOR OR BAROTONE SINGER

Philadelphia was perhaps the second most ethnically diverse city in the western world in 1760’s (2nd only to Amsterdam) and during the holidays one could hear not just Christian hymns but also songs celebrating Islam and Judaism. Even though the number of Jews in Pennsylvania was quite small, the percentage in our reenactment troupe is actually substantial so I have added one popular Channukah song. Remember, the truly educated in America could read English, French, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. The later three were staples of seminary education at schools like William and Mary or Kings College (now Columbia) and a source of ire for the Anglican Church whose King James Bible was as much a political reinterpretation of the texts as it was a democratization of the Christian Scriptures. It is from King James’ “translation” that we get ideas like “Divine Right Kings.”

Sivivon סיביבוןSivivon, sov, sov, sovChanuka, hu chag tovChanuka, hu chag tovSivivon, sov, sov, sov!Chag simcha hu la-amNes gadol haya sham

Nes gadol haya shamChag simcha hu la-am.

סיביבון סוב סוב סובצ׳נוקה הו צ׳ג טובצ׳נוקה הו צ׳ג טוב

סיביבון סוב סוב סוב

צ׳ג סימצ׳ה הו לה אםנס גדול הייה שםנס גדול הייה שם

צ׳ג סימצ׳ה הו לה אם

(Translation):

Dreidel, spin, spin, spin.Chanuka is a great holiday.It is a celebration for our nation.A great miracle happened there.

Soldier, Soldier Won’t you Marry Me?

Oh soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?With your musket, fife, and drum?

Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry theeFor I have no coat to put on

So off to the tailor she did go as fast as she could runAnd got him a coat of the very best cut And the soldier put it on

Oh soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?With your musket, fife, and drum?

Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry theeFor I have no hat to put on

So off to the milliner she did go as fast as she could runShe got him a hat of the finest woolAnd the soldier put it on

Oh soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?With your musket, fife, and drum?

Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry theeFor I have no boots to put on

So off to the cobbler she did go as fast as she could runShe got him a pair of the very best bootsAnd the soldier put them on

Oh soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?With your musket, fife, and drum?

Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry theeFor I have no gloves to put on

So off to the glover she did go as fast as she could runShe got him a pair of the very best glovesAnd the soldier put them on

Oh soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?With your musket, fife, and drum?

Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry theeFor I have no meat to dine on

So off to the butcher she did go as fast as she could runShe got him a cut of the very best meat For the soldier to dine upon

Now soldier, soldier, won't you marry me? Now with your musket, fife, and drum?

Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry theeFor I have a wife and five children at home

O’ Danny BoyOh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountainside,

The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling,It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow,Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow,

And I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow,Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,And I am dead, as dead, I well maybe,

Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say an “Avé” there for me;

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,

For you will bend and tell me that you love me,and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!

God Save the KingGod save our gracious kingLong live our noble kingGod save the King

Send him victoriousHappy and gloriousLong to reign over usGod save the King

O Lord, our God ariseScatter his enemiesAnd make them fall

Confound their politicsFrustrate their knavish tricksOn Thee our hopes we fixGod save the King

Thy choicest gifts in storeOn him be pleased to pour

Long may he reign May he defend our lawsAnd ever give us causeTo sing with heart and voiceGod save the King

Not in this land aloneBut be God's mercies knownFrom every shore to shoreGod save the King

Lord make the nations seeThat men should brothers beAnd form one familyGod save the King

O'er him Thine arm extendFor Britain's sake defend

Our father, prince and friend

God save the King

Rule, Britannia!When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main, Arose from, arose from out the azure main; This was the charter, the charter of the Land And Guardian Angels sang this strain:

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

The nations, not so blest as thee, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke. As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies Serves but to root the native oak.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down; All their, all their attempts to bend thee down. Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame, But work their woe and their renown.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

The Muses still with Freedom found Shall to thy happy coast repair; Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair. Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves.

The World Turned Upside Down

Listen to me and you shall hear,News hath not been this thousand year:Since Heros, Caesar, and many more,You never heard the like before.Holy-days are despis'd,New fashions are devis'd.Old Christmas is kickt out of Town.Yet let's be content, and the times lament,You see the world turn'd upside down.

What Booker can prognosticateConcerning Kings or Kingdoms fateI think myself to be as wiseAs him that gameth on the skiesMy skill goes beyond the depths of a pondOr river in the greatest rainWhereby I tell all things will be wellWhen the King enjoys his own againThere's neither swallow, Dove or Dade

Can soar more high or deeper wadeNor show a reason from the starsWhat causeth peace or civil warsThe Man in the Moon may wear out his shoonBy running after Charles his wainBut all to no end for the times will not mendTill the King enjoys his own again

Till then upon Ararat's hillMy hope shall cast her anchor stillUntil I see some peaceful doveBring home the branch I dearly loveThere I will wait till the waters abateWhich now disturb my troubled brainElse never rejoice till I hear the voiceThat the King enjoys his own again

The Girl I Left Behind Me

The hours sad I left a maidA lingering farewell takingWhose sighs and tears my steps delayedI thought her heart was breakingIn hurried words her name I blestI breathed the vows that bind meAnd to my heart in anguish pressedThe girl I left behind me

Then to the east we bore awayTo win a name in storyAnd there where dawns the sun of dayThere dawned our sun of gloryThe place in my sightWhen in the host assigned meI shared the glory of that fightSweet girl I left behind me

Though many a name our banner boreOf former deeds of daringBut they were of the day of yoreIn which we had no sharingBut now our laurels freshly wonWith the old one shall entwine meSinging worthy of our size each sonSweet girl I left behind me

The hope of final victoryWithin my bosom burningIs mingling with sweet thoughts of theeAnd of my fond returningBut should I n'eer return againStill with thy love i'll bind meDishonors breath shall never stainThe name I leave behind me

Yankee Doodle DandyYankee Doodle went to townA-riding on a pony,Stuck a feather in his capAnd called it macaroni.

Chorus:Yankee Doodle keep it up,Yankee Doodle dandy,Mind the music and the step,And with the girls be handy.

Brother Ephraim sold his CowAnd bought him a Commission;And then he went to CanadaTo fight for the Nation;

[Chorus]

But when Ephraim he came homeHe proved an arrant Coward,He wouldn't fight the Frenchmen thereFor fear of being devoured.

[Chorus]

Yankee Doodle came to town,For to buy a firelock,We will tar and feather him,And so we will John Hancock.

[Chorus]

The Rebels they supriz'd us, all

With Works, which they'd thrown up,To burn the Town and drive us.How do you think they serv'd him?

[Chorus]

Father and I went down to camp,Along with Captain Gooding,And there we saw the men and boysAs thick as hasty pudding.

[Chorus]

And there we saw a thousand menAs rich as Squire David,And what they wasted every day,I wish it could be savèd.

[Chorus]

The 'lasses they eat every day,Would keep a house a winter;They have so much, that I'll be bound,They eat it when they've a mind to.

[Chorus]

And there I see a swamping[b] gunLarge as a log of maple,Upon a deuced little cart,A load for father's cattle.

[Chorus]

And every time they shoot it off,It takes a horn of powder,And makes a noise like father's gun,Only a nation louder.

[Chorus]

I went as nigh to one myselfAs 'Siah's underpinning;And father went as nigh again,I thought the deuce was in him.

[Chorus]

Cousin Simon grew so bold,I thought he would have cocked it;It scared me so I shrinked it offAnd hung by father's pocket.

[Chorus]

And Cap'n Davis had a gun,He kind of clapt his hand on'tAnd stuck a crooked stabbing ironUpon the little end on't

[Chorus]

And there I see a pumpkin shellAs big as mother's basin,And every time they touched it offThey scampered like the nation.

[Chorus]

I see a little barrel too,The heads were made of leather;They knocked on it with little clubsAnd called the folks together.

[Chorus]

And there was Cap'n Washington,And gentle folks about him;They say he's grown so 'tarnal proudHe will not ride without 'em.

[Chorus]

He got him on his meeting clothes,Upon a slapping stallion;

He sat the world along in rows,In hundreds and in millions.

[Chorus]

The flaming ribbons in his hat,They looked so tearing fine, ah,I wanted dreadfully to getTo give to my Jemima.

[Chorus]

I see another snarl of menA-digging graves, they told me,So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep,They 'tended they should hold me.

[Chorus]

It scared me so, I hooked it off,Nor stopped, as I remember,Nor turned about till I got home,Locked up in mother's chamber.

[Chorus]

Making a Proper ToastMaking a toast follows a simple formula.

1. Start with your choice of beverage: punch was the most common beverage used to offer toasts

2. Let people know they need to be ready for a toast. Ask them to “charge” their glasses, meaning to refill them to be able to drink after the toast is complete.

3. Open your toast with a little a phrase that lets everyone know you plan to make a toast. Consider following the 18th-century ritual of beginning with the words: “Pray, raise your glass...”

4. Make a short statement sharing your thoughts and feelings about the group and the event. The body of the toast can be laudatory, inciteful, challenging, thankful, or even humorous. Be sure to speak clearly and with enough volume that everyone can hear but don’t shout. Remember, our goal is to build camaraderie.

5. Finally, decide how you want to end your toast: “three cheers!”, “huzzah”, “God Save the King”, etc. It’s important that you draw your audience in and by eliciting a response, they are sharing in your toast.

6. DRINK!

Example Toasts: “To us and those like us… Damn few left!” “To the memory of those departed heroes who

sealed our Independence with their blood—Whilst we taste the fruits of their labors, may we never be tempted to take their sacrifices lightly.”

“To our host, (say the name of the person), and his/her company. May they know our gratitude for their hospitality.”

“To the health of those friends in company tonight” “This happy day, (name the holiday or occasion) and

all who honor it.”

Draft your toast here so you can make a solid impression:

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