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LATEST SET LIST USED;
Fiddle club sets 12/05/02
Old Joe Clark
ALL, ALL, ALL
South wind
ALL,
(cello plays one note per measure while;
Alison & Angela play the 1st 1/2
then
Hilary plays the 2nd 1/2, ),
ALL
Red Wing
ALL, ALL
Red Haired Boy
all drone the intro on A’s and E’s,
ALL,
1/2 (cello & bass drone whole notes on A & E while
violin and viola’s play the melody),
1/2 ALL,
1/2 ( all drone except cellos who play the melody),
1/2 All
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Songs;
Old Joe Clark
Old Joe Clark, he had a house
Eighteen stories high
Ev'ry story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a-goin' away
I went down to Old Joe's house
Stayed to have some supper
Stubbed my toe on the table leg
And stuck my nose in the butter
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a-goin' away
Raccoon has a bushy tail
'Possum's tail is bare
Rabbit has no tail at all
'Cept a bunch of hair
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
Fare ye well, I say
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
I'm a-goin' away
RED WING
There once was an Indian maid, A shy little prairie maid, Who sang a lay, a love song gay, As on the plain she'd while away the day;
She loved a warrior bold, This shy little maid of old, But brave and gay, he rode one day To battle far away.
Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing The breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying,
For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping, While Red Wimg's weeping her heart away.
She watched for him day and night, She kept all the campfires bright, And under the sky, each night she would lie, And dream about his coming by and by;
But when all the braves returned, The heart of Red Wing yearned, For far, far away, her warrior gay, Fell bravely in the fray.
CRAWDAD SONG
You'll get a line an' I'll get a pole, now, honey
You'll get a line an' I'll get a pole, babe
You'll get a line an' I'll get a pole,
now, let's go down to that crawdads hole
Honey, baby, mine
Yond'r come a man with a sack on his back, now, honey
Yond'r come a man with a sack on his back, oh, babe
Yond'r come a man with a sack on his back,
he's got him all crawdads he can pack
Honey, baby, mine
Man fell down and he broke that sack, honey
Man fell down and he broke that sack, oh, babe
Man fell down and he broke that sack,
you'd better see them crawdads goin' back
Honey, baby, mine
What you gonna do when the pond goes dry, now, honey
What you gonna do when the pond goes dry, oh, babe
What you gonna do when the pond goes dry,
I'm gonna stand on the bank and watch the crawdads die
Honey, baby, mine
Sat on the pond, to my feet got cold, now, honey
Sat on the pond, to my feet got cold, babe
Sat on the pond, to my feet got cold,
I was lookin' right down that crawdads hole
Honey, baby, mine
The Arkansas Traveler
Oh, once upon a time in Arkansas,
An old man sat in his little cabin door
And fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear,
A jolly old tune that he played by ear.
It was raining hard, but the fiddler didn't care,
He sawed away at the popular air,
Tho' his rooftree leaked like a waterfall,
That didn't seem to bother the man at all.
A traveler was riding by that day,
And stopped to hear him a-practicing away;
The cabin was a-float and his feet were wet,
But still the old man didn't seem to fret.
So the stranger said "Now the way it seems to me,"
You'd better mend your roof," said he.
But the old man said as he played away,
"I couldn't mend it now, it's a rainy day."
The traveler replied, "That's all quite true,
But this, I think, is the thing to do;
Get busy on a day that is fair and bright,
Then patch the old roof till it's good and tight."
But the old man kept on a-playing at his reel,
And tapped the ground with his leathery heel.
"Get along," said he, "for you give me a pain;
My cabin never leaks when it doesn't rain."
Turkey in the Straw
As I was a-goin'
On down the road
With a tired team
And a heavy load
I cracked my whip
And the leader sprung
I says day-day
To the wagon tongue
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit 'em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw
Went out to milk
And I didn't know how
I milked the goat
Instead of the cow
A monkey sittin'
On a pile of straw
A-winkin' at
His mother-in-law
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit 'em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw
I came to the river
And I couldn't get across
So I paid five dollars
For a big bay hoss
Well, he wouldn't go ahead
And he wouldn't stand still
So he went up and down
Like an old saw mill
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit 'em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw
Did you ever go fishin'
On a warm summer day
When all the fish
Were swimmin' in the bay
With their hands in their pockets
And their pockets in their pants
Did you ever see a fishie
Do the Hootchy-Kootchy Dance?
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Turkey in the straw
(Whistle)
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit 'em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw
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more songs;
CRIPPLE CREEK
Cripple creeks deep and cripple creeks wide
see my honey on the other side
goin up cripple creek goin in a whirl
goin up cripple creek to see my girl
Goin up cripple creek goin on a run
goin up cripple creek to have some fun
roll my breeches up to my knees
wade old cripple creek when I please
she's got eyes that are so blue
washes her hair in elmers glue
when she goes up in the tub
then she has to scrub, scrub, scrub
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