Ah yes, just sittin' arond the campfire, listnin to the crickets cherp and watchin the sparks fly from the accordian up to mingle with the stars while listening to the dulcet tones of the the hammered dulcimer, guitars, and banjos(you said this was a fantasy) as they play those old sweet songs of yesteryear. I'd like to propose a few verses acapella and in that good British Isles harmony: The Rose of Avondale

OK here comes the Chorus: Sweet Rose of Avondale Sweet Rose of Avondale By far the sweetest flower there Was the Rose of Avondale Wow, You folks sounded great!