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Divine Pitch Musings is a series where we play songs that resonate with us, at A = 432Hz. The Great Wharetutae - trad. Lyrics: Once there was built a great wharetutae A room with a view of incredible beaut-ae Chorus: O pass the roll over O pass the roll over O pass the roll over Each man in his turn. Mathematicians of great perspicacity Carefully worked out the cubic capacity They wrote it all down in indelible lipstick Diurnal results from the 20-foot dipstick They made due allowance for seasonal shrinkage And losses from seepage and losses from stinkage And then along came a great working party They worked very hard and they ate very hearty Dehydrated spuds and dehydrated steak and Dehydrated cabbage and rashers of bacon They thought for dessert there'd be nothing so nice as Some figs and some prunes and some dried apple slices Then all through the night there were torches a-flashing Some thumping and groaning and branches a-crashing And when the sun rose on their great shame and sorrow What had been a hole was a heap on the morrow.

Divine Pitch Musings is a series where we play songs that resonate with us, at A = 432Hz. Your Fair Face - Stephen Riddell Lyrics: It's your fair face I ne'er again shall see For I am bound for Gallipoli And your fair face I ne'er again shall see For on those shores, I surely must be But if I had my way With you I'd stay And enjoy this sumptuous view Of God's own country But there is war Across the sea And where Britain goes, so my dear do we For loyal subjects are the kiwi So your fair face I ne'er again shall see For I am bound for Gallipoli And your fair face I ne'er again shall see For I must fight For King and country I think of you But right on cue The canons shout and roar And you are there no more My blood spills out My comrades shout The echoes stay and ring But I am departing So your fair face I ne'er again shall see For I am bound for Gallipoli And your fair face I ne'er again shall see For a soldier I must be

Divine Pitch Musings is a series where we play songs that resonate with us, at A = 432Hz. True Thomas - trad. Lyrics: True Thomas he lay on a grassy bank Beneath an apple tree And there he saw a lady fair come riding o'er the lea. Her skirt was of the grass-green silk Her coat of velvet fine And at each toss of her horse's mane rang fifty bells and nine. Well Thomas he stood, took off his hat He got down on his knee "Oh hail the Queen of Heaven! whose like earth ne'er has seen." "Oh no, oh no, oh Thomas" she said "I cannot take that name They call me Queen of Elfinland Morgana is the same. "With harp and carp, oh Thomas" she said "I've come with you in mind If you would see fair Elfinland And leave this earth behind. "You will return, oh Thomas" she said "Oh this to you I swear You will return from Elfinland within the seventh year." So they rode and they rode, and they merrily merrily rode They rode for a year and a day Until they came to a red river that lay across their way. "What river is this?" true Thomas he cried. "Oh please to me do say" "This is a river of blood" she said "That spilled on earth this day." So they rode and they rode, and they merrily merrily rode They rode for a year and a day Until they came to a crystal river that lay across their way. "What river is this?" true Thomas he cried. "Oh please to me do say" "This is a river of tears" she said "That spilled on earth this day." So they rode and they rode, and they merrily merrily rode They rode for a year and a day Until they came to an apple tree That grew along their way. "If you'd be true, oh Thomas" she said "And never tell a lie You may take from the apple tree As we go riding by." Well Thomas he wore a coat of brown and shoes of elfin green and for seven long years and a day on earth he ne'er was seen.

Divine Pitch Musings is a series where we play songs that resonate with us, at A = 432Hz. Whiskey in the Jar - trad. Lyrics: As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier I said "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take ya" O there's whiskey in the jar Work for yer daddy-o, Work for yer daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar. I took all of his money and it made a pretty penny I stuck it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But a curse upon that woman, for you see she tricked me easy O there's whiskey in the jar... I hung my hat and coat and I went up into my chamber Never thought my Jenny'd be the one put me in danger She stole away my pistol, filled my charges up with water Then she sent for Captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter O there's whiskey in the jar... I dreamed of gold and silver and for sure it was no wonder But the sound of cold hard iron was what woke me from my slumber I first produced my pistol but she'd stolen away my rapier and I could not shoot for water so a prisoner I was taken O there's whiskey in the jar... Some take delight in the fishing or the bowling And some they only like to hear the cannon-balls a-rolling But I'll take delight in the juice of the barley I'll raise a glass to the judge and another to the jury O there's whiskey in the jar...