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Percy
To: Boston's Best Brass Musicians: Charles Anderson, Tristan Elkins, Phil Grenadier, David Lindsey and Angel Subero:
Thank you for helping to celebrate the 100th birthday of Percy, a United States Marine at his childhood and current home located at 17 Plainfield Street, Waban, MA (Newton) at 4:00 PM on Wednesday, March 30th. If possible, please wear all black.
We will only march while playing "When The Saints Go Marching In" (in D concert pitch in Mardi Gras/New Orleans style) a short distance to Percy's front yard. Music stands and printed copies of the lead sheets will be provided for the other songs. Just playing each song once with no repeats. Songs may be separated by a drum cadence and a roll-off in tempo for the next tune. Please scroll to the bottom for the lead sheets at the end of this secure webpage in APPENDIX B.
This webpage is HIDDEN and not available as a clickable link from DriscollProductions.com - Access is granted only to Percy's family and you with the secure link https://www.DriscollProductions.com/percy/
This HIDDEN page provides a web based platform to provide informaton to Percy's family in the USA and abroad. Suggestions to Kevin Driscoll are welcome via phone calls or texts to 617-901-6232
PROGRAM:
When the Saints Go Marching In - Ceremonial march culminating in Percy's front yard. In the style of New Orleans/Mardi Gras brass bands, you are encouraged to join the fun with your voice and/or anything you hit, shake, or scrape to make sound. Optional tambourines, drums, and other percussion instruments may be provided by Driscoll Productions.
The Star Spangled Banner
Hail To The Chief
The Marine's Hymn
Under The Double Eagle
America
Over There
The Caissons Go Rolling Along
Yankee Doodle Boy
You're A Grand Old Flag
America The Beautiful
This Land is Your Land
Happy Birthday
Music provided by the Driscoll Productions Marching Brass Band
Phil Grenadier - Trumpet
Charles Anderson - Cornet
Angel Subero - Trombone
David Lindsey - Trombone
Tristan Elkins - Trombone
Kevin Driscoll - Drums/percussion
APPENDIX A - LYRICS
The Star Spangled BannerO say, can you seeBy the dawn's early lightWhat so proudly we hail'dAt the twilight's last gleaming?Whose broad stripes and bright starsThrough the perilous fightO'er the ramparts we watch'dWere so gallantly streaming?And the rocket's red glareThe bombs bursting in airGave proof through the nightThat our flag was still thereO say, does that star-spangled banner yet waveO'er the land of the freeAnd the home of the brave?
Hail To The ChiefHail to the Chief we have chosen for the nation,Hail to the Chief! We salute him, one and all.Hail to the Chief, as we pledge cooperationIn proud fulfillment of a great, noble call.
Yours is the aim to make this grand coun-try grander,This you will do, That's our strong, firm belief.Hail to the one we selected as commander,Hail to the President! Hail to the Chief!
The Marine's HymnFrom the Halls of MontezumaTo the shores of TripoliWe fight our country's battlesIn the air, on land, and sea.First to fight for right and freedomAnd to keep our honor clean; We are proud to claim the titleOf United States Marines.Our flag's unfurled to every breezeFrom dawn to setting sun; We have fought in every clime and placeWhere we could take a gun.In the snow of far-off Northern landsAnd in sunny tropic scenes; You will find us always on the job--The United States Marines.Here's health to you and to our CorpsWhich we are proud to serve; In many a strife we've fought for lifeAnd never lost our nerve.If the Army and the NavyEver look on Heaven's scenes, They will find the streets are guardedBy United States Marines.
America My country 'tis of thee,Sweet land of libertyOf thee I singLand where my fathers diedLand of the pilgrim's prideFrom every mountainsideLet freedom ring
Over ThereOver there, over thereSend the word, send the word over thereThat the Yanks are comingThe Yanks are comingThe drums rum tumming everywhereSo prepare, say a prayerSend the word, send the word to bewareWe'll be over, we're coming overAnd we won't come back till it's over, over there
The Caissons Go Rolling AlongOver hill, over daleAs we hit the dusty trail,And the caissons go rolling along.In and out, hear them shout,Counter march and right about,And the caissons go rolling along. Then it's hi! hi! hee!In the field artillery,Shout out your numbers loud and strong,For where'er you go,You will always knowThat the caissons go rolling along.
Yankee Doodle BoyI'm a Yankee Doodle dandyA Yankee Doodle, do or dieA real live nephew of my Uncle SamBorn on the Fourth of July… I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheartShe's my Yankee Doodle joyYankee Doodle came to LondonJust to ride the poniesI am the Yankee Doodle boy
You're A Grand Old FlagYou're a grand old flagYou're a high-flying flagAnd forever in peace may you waveYou're the emblem ofThe land I loveThe home of the free and the braveEv'ry heart beats trueUnder red, white and blueWhere there's never a boast or bragBut should old acquaintance be forgotKeep your eye on the grand old flag
America The BeautifulO beautiful for spacious skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the fruited plain!America! America!God shed His grace on thee,And crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea!
This Land is Your LandThis land is your land and this land is my landFrom California to the New York islandFrom the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream watersThis land was made for you and meAs I went walking that ribbon of highwayI saw above me that endless skywaySaw below me that golden valleyThis land was made for you and meI roamed and rambled and I've followed my footstepsTo the sparkling sands of her diamond desertsAll around me a voice was soundingThis land was made for you and meWhen the sun come shining, then I was strollingAnd the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rollingThe voice was chanting as the fog was liftingThis land was made for you and me
This HIDDEN page provides a web based platform to provide informaton to Percy's family in the USA and abroad. Suggestions to Kevin Driscoll are welcome via phone calls or texts to 617-901-6232
PROGRAM:
When the Saints Go Marching In - Ceremonial march culminating in Percy's front yard. In the style of New Orleans/Mardi Gras brass bands, you are encouraged to join the fun with your voice and/or anything you hit, shake, or scrape to make sound. Optional tambourines, drums, and other percussion instruments may be provided by Driscoll Productions.
The Star Spangled Banner
Hail To The Chief
The Marine's Hymn
Under The Double Eagle
America
Over There
The Caissons Go Rolling Along
Yankee Doodle Boy
You're A Grand Old Flag
America The Beautiful
This Land is Your Land
Happy Birthday
Music provided by the Driscoll Productions Marching Brass Band
Phil Grenadier - Trumpet
Charles Anderson - Cornet
Angel Subero - Trombone
David Lindsey - Trombone
Tristan Elkins - Trombone
Kevin Driscoll - Drums/percussion
APPENDIX A - LYRICS
The Star Spangled BannerO say, can you seeBy the dawn's early lightWhat so proudly we hail'dAt the twilight's last gleaming?Whose broad stripes and bright starsThrough the perilous fightO'er the ramparts we watch'dWere so gallantly streaming?And the rocket's red glareThe bombs bursting in airGave proof through the nightThat our flag was still thereO say, does that star-spangled banner yet waveO'er the land of the freeAnd the home of the brave?
Hail To The ChiefHail to the Chief we have chosen for the nation,Hail to the Chief! We salute him, one and all.Hail to the Chief, as we pledge cooperationIn proud fulfillment of a great, noble call.
Yours is the aim to make this grand coun-try grander,This you will do, That's our strong, firm belief.Hail to the one we selected as commander,Hail to the President! Hail to the Chief!
The Marine's HymnFrom the Halls of MontezumaTo the shores of TripoliWe fight our country's battlesIn the air, on land, and sea.First to fight for right and freedomAnd to keep our honor clean; We are proud to claim the titleOf United States Marines.Our flag's unfurled to every breezeFrom dawn to setting sun; We have fought in every clime and placeWhere we could take a gun.In the snow of far-off Northern landsAnd in sunny tropic scenes; You will find us always on the job--The United States Marines.Here's health to you and to our CorpsWhich we are proud to serve; In many a strife we've fought for lifeAnd never lost our nerve.If the Army and the NavyEver look on Heaven's scenes, They will find the streets are guardedBy United States Marines.
America My country 'tis of thee,Sweet land of libertyOf thee I singLand where my fathers diedLand of the pilgrim's prideFrom every mountainsideLet freedom ring
Over ThereOver there, over thereSend the word, send the word over thereThat the Yanks are comingThe Yanks are comingThe drums rum tumming everywhereSo prepare, say a prayerSend the word, send the word to bewareWe'll be over, we're coming overAnd we won't come back till it's over, over there
The Caissons Go Rolling AlongOver hill, over daleAs we hit the dusty trail,And the caissons go rolling along.In and out, hear them shout,Counter march and right about,And the caissons go rolling along. Then it's hi! hi! hee!In the field artillery,Shout out your numbers loud and strong,For where'er you go,You will always knowThat the caissons go rolling along.
Yankee Doodle BoyI'm a Yankee Doodle dandyA Yankee Doodle, do or dieA real live nephew of my Uncle SamBorn on the Fourth of July… I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheartShe's my Yankee Doodle joyYankee Doodle came to LondonJust to ride the poniesI am the Yankee Doodle boy
You're A Grand Old FlagYou're a grand old flagYou're a high-flying flagAnd forever in peace may you waveYou're the emblem ofThe land I loveThe home of the free and the braveEv'ry heart beats trueUnder red, white and blueWhere there's never a boast or bragBut should old acquaintance be forgotKeep your eye on the grand old flag
America The BeautifulO beautiful for spacious skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the fruited plain!America! America!God shed His grace on thee,And crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea!
This Land is Your LandThis land is your land and this land is my landFrom California to the New York islandFrom the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream watersThis land was made for you and meAs I went walking that ribbon of highwayI saw above me that endless skywaySaw below me that golden valleyThis land was made for you and meI roamed and rambled and I've followed my footstepsTo the sparkling sands of her diamond desertsAll around me a voice was soundingThis land was made for you and meWhen the sun come shining, then I was strollingAnd the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rollingThe voice was chanting as the fog was liftingThis land was made for you and me
APPENDIX B - LEAD SHEETS
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