Lyr Add: Rebel's Retort

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Rebel's Retort
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 08:13 PM

No mention of Coming through the Rye as an alternative tune anywhere, surely? Note than the alphabetical listing of songsheets at America Singing shows The saucy little turtle. Air- "Coming through the rye." immediately after The Rebel's retort. Air- Cocachelunk. Perhaps that proximity has led to a misunderstanding.

Like Masato in the other thread, I can't place that "Irish fiddle tune". To be honest, it sounds more French to me, but who knows? If Edith Fowke knew, she unfortunately didn't specify.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Rebel's Retort
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 03:56 PM

Co-Ca-Che-Lunk is an American student song. Lyrics and music in Carmina Princetonia and also in Levy Sheet Music, pub. 1855. See thread 44108 for link and note by Masato. The tune is quite different from 'Comin' thro' the rye,' although it is supposed to be based on an Irish fiddle tune.
44108: Co-Ca-Che-Lunk

Subject: Lyr Add: Rebel's Retort
From: chico
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 04:29 AM

AIR -- 'Cocachelunk' (attr: 'Comin' Thru The Rye')
  
   E              B7
  Tell us not we will make blunders,
             E       B7      E
  That our hopes are but a dream,
                   B7
  What reck we of Lincoln's thunders,
        E            B7         E
  They are not the things they seem.
  
         E               B7
  The Southrons all are bold and fearless,
        E               7         A  (F#m)
  Who fight for freedom as their goal,
       E        B7       E         B7    (G#m)
  Of lives and fortunes they are careless,
            E  B7     E
  Seeking liberty of soul.
  
  We've the generals that are wanted,
  They have but one famous name,
  Scott for fuss and feathers vaunted,
  And they're welcome to that same.
  
  Then they've Bombastes F. Butler,
  Conqueror of a pump so brave,
  Lying, swearing, whiskey-gutter,
  Harborer of many a slave.
  
  Let us then be up and doing,
  We will beat them sure as fate,
  Nigger worshippers pursuing
  With a most inveterate hate.
  
  While we've Lee and Johnson peerless,
  Bragg and Beauregard so true,
  We're of George McClellan fearless,
  Though he boasts what he can do.
  
  So farewell old Fuss and Feathers,
  Good bye Picayune also,
  You'll make excellent bell weathers,
  To lose a fight in a week or so.