Alban Arena 2017 Scenes of the past

London Bells – 17th century Two sticks and an apple / Ring the bells at Whitechapel Old Father Bald Pate / Ring the bells at Aldgate. Maids in white aprons / Ring the bells at St Catherine’s. Oranges and Lemons / Ring the bells at St Clement’s. When will you pay me? Ring the bells at the Old Bailey. When I am rich / ring the bells at Fleetditch. When will that be? Ring the bells at Stepney. When I am old, ring the great bell at Paul’s.

Come Follow Me Come, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me Come Follow Me Come, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me. Whither will I follow, follow, follow, whither will I follow, follow thee? To the greenwood, to the greenwood, to the greenwood follow me.

Paddy on the Railway In eighteen hundred and forty-one my corduroy britches I put on, My corduroy britches I put on, to work upon the railway. Tiggery ooree, ooree ay, Tiggery ooree, ooree ay, Tiggery ooree, ooree ay, working on the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty-two From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe Trying to earn a bob or two, working on the railway. Tiggery…….   In eighteen hundred and forty-three I broke me shovel across me knee And went to work for the company on the Leeds and Selby railway. Tigg…   In eighteen hundred and forty-four I landed on the Liverpool shore, I was hungry, I was sore from working on the railway. Tiggery…

In eighteen hundred and forty-five I said my prayers to stay alive, I was lucky I survived, working on the railway. Tiggery…   In eighteen hundred and forty-six I changed my trade from carrying bricks I changed my trade from carrying bricks to working on the railway. Tigg…   In eighteen hundred & forty-seven Paddy was thinking of going to heaven, Paddy was thinking of going to heaven and working on the railway. Tigg…   In eighteen hundred & forty-eight I landed at St Peter’s gate. Peter said, “You’re very late – you must be from the railway!” Tiggery…

WW1 Medley It’s a long way to Tipperary, it’s a long way to go, It’s a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know, Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square, It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart’s right there.   Goodbyee, goodbyee, wipe a tear, baby dear, from your eyee. Though it’s hard to part, I know, I’ll be tickled to death to go. Don’t cryee, don’t sighee, there’s a silver lining in the skyee. Bonsoir old thing, cheerio, chin chin, nah-poo, toodleoo, goodbyee!

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile. Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, smile boys, that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying, it never was worthwhile, so Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile.  

WW2...We'll meet again Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear, Just for a while, dear, we must part. Don't let the parting upset you, I'll not forget you, sweetheart.   We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day. Keep smiling through, just like you always do, 'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.   So will you please say hello to the folks that I know, Tell them I won't be long. They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go, I was singing this song.   After the rain comes the rainbow, You'll see the rain go, never fear, We two can wait for tomorrow, Goodbye to sorrow, my dear.

No wars will stop us singing Ugly sounds are overhead and the streets are coloured red. Young lives lost every day, it’s always been that way. But we believe one day we see a world at peace, in harmony. And that is why we say: No wars will stop us singing; our voices will stay strong. Even through the darkest night we will sing our song. No fear will stop us dreaming; our dreams will light the sky. Even when all hope is gone our dreams will not die.

We are the future; we are tomorrow; we are the peace that you all crave. If our lives are taken we sing from beyond the grave. No fear will stop us dreaming; our dreams will light the sky. Even when all hope is gone our dreams will not die. We will sing, we will sing, we must sing our song.  

Hope and Glory We will sing you a story of a dream we can become: A land of hope and glory, standing shoulder to shoulder as one. Wider still and wider shall our sing be sung, a vision from the young, Unified, side by side, dignified, we are one. X2.   Now’s the day you’ll see, full of hope and glory, you, me, we!   Now there’ll be a day & you will see we’re a land so full of hope and glory, They can’t divide you and me.   Now that we can be full of hope and glory, you, me, we can see that…..