Raised subdominant (Fi, C#), ascending minor sixth Ti/So,
extended phrases develop breath support.
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- Grade: Fifth
- Origin: United Kingdom, Wales - Folk Song
- Key: G Major
- Time: 3/4
- Form: phrases: AABA - song: AB
- Rhythm: beginners: | ta ta ti ti | ta ta ta |
| ta/a a |
- Pitches: advanced: Fa So La Ti Do Re Mi Fa Fi So La - sharped subdominant (Fi, C#)
- Intervals: advanced: So/Do/Mi/So8 ascending tonic arpeggio (I, G), Mi\Do (M3), Re/Fa (m3), Ti\So (m3), La\Fa/La (M3), So8\Mi (m3), Fa\Re (m3), Ti/So8 (m6), So8\Fi/So8 (m2, raised subdominant functions as a leading tone to the dominate D Major), So\So descending dominate octave skip
- Musical Elements: notes: half, quarter, eighth; pickup beat, repeat sign, extended phrases, melodic rhythm patterns, raised/sharped subdominant (Fi, C#), tonic arpeggio, dominate octave skip, vocal slurs
- Key Words: world geography: Wales, United Kingdom, Welsh, vocabulary builder, yonder (in the valley), streamlets, meander, twilight, fading pensively, rove, bright, noontide, solitude wander, amid, shades, lonely, blackbird, cheerfully, singing, warbler, enchants, note (music), sorrow, sadness, enchanting, spells, beauty, graceful, plainly, speaking, wind, through, playing, language, whenever, branches, breaking, host, gazing, childhood, memory, freely, roam, whispers, laden, rustle, lightness, dream, future, spirit, cheer, brood, gather, nook, forward, broad, leafy, dome, downward, greet; contractions: 'tis (it is), abbreviations: o'er (over), ev'ry (every)
- Recorder: intermediate: introducing the C# and F#, extended phrases develop breath control
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"The Ash Grove"
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Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading I pensively rove.
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
'Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree.
Ah, then little think of sorrow or sadness;
The ash grove enchanting spells beauty for me. |
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The ash grove how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The wind through it playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends from my childhood again are before me
Each step brings a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o’er me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home. |
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My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness;
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer.
I only can brood on the past and its brightness
The dear ones I long for again gather here.
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me;
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome,
And others are there, looking downward to greet me
The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home. |
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