by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954)
A son of a Gambolier
Language: English
Come join my humble ditty, From Tippery town I steer, Like ev'ry honest fellow, I take my lager beer, Like ev'ry honest fellow, I take my whiskey clear. I'm a rambling rake of poverty, And a son of a Gambolier. I wish I had a barrel of rum, And sugar three hundred pound, The college bell to mix it in, The clapper to stir it round; I'd drink the health of dear old Yale, And friends both far and near. I'm a rambling rake of poverty, And a son of a Gambolier.
Text Authorship:
- by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), after an old drinking song [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "A son of a Gambolier", 2008 [baritone and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), "A son of a Gambolier", 1895, from Five Street Songs, no. 3 [ sung text checked 1 time]
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Word count: 92