Here's a proposition for an opening number on Friday:
Ken will play the guitar in the key of G. I will occasionally hit the correct notes on the concertina. Ken's chords go something like this:
T’was [G]on one [D]April [G]morning just as the sun was ri[D]sing,
T’was [G]on one [D]April morning I [C]heard the small birds [D]sing.
They were singing ‘Lovely [C]Nan[G]cy’, for love it is a fan[D]cy
And [G]sweet [C]were the [G]notes that I heard the [D]small birds [G]sing.
(Don't watch Ken's fingers; he's in an obscure tuning!)
In an effort to encourage singers to join in there will be a repetition of a couple of verses, and orchestral breaks are included for those instrumentalists so-inclined, as below:
T’was on one April morning just as the sun was rising,
T’was on one April morning I heard the small birds sing.
They were singing ‘Lovely Nancy’, for love it is a fancy,
And sweet were the notes that I heard the small birds sing.
Young men are false and full of all deceiving.
Young men are false; they seldom do prove true.
For they’re roving and they’re ranging, and their minds are always changing,
And they’re thinking for to find out some other girl that’s new.
O, if I had my own heart in keeping;
O, if I had my own heart back again,
Close in my bosom I would lock it up for ever
And it should wander never so far from me again.
So why would you spend your long time in courting?
Why would you spend your long time in pain?
For I don’t intend to marry; I would rather longer tarry.
O, young man, don’t you spend all your single life in vain.
Please note, depending on the outcome of a rehearsal on Thursday, and failing short-term memory on Friday, Ken and I reserve the right to change this at a moment's unpublished notice!