Wisconsin Work Songs - Stalnaker, J. G.

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"Three arrangements of three folk songs from "Folk Songs Out of Wisconsin.""

◈ Genre → Folksongs

♯ Key B- major

⁄ Time Signature 3/4

♬ Voicing → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Advanced

↕ Range F2 – F5

¶ Language → English

Measures 81

Texture mixed texture

Parts 2

Instruments A cappella

Pages 5

CPDL # 54648

Editor J. G. Stalnaker

Posted 2019-06-30

License CPDL License

♫Pitch Ranges

Soprano Alto

A-3 – F5

Tenor Bass

F2 – F4

¶Lyrics / Text

''Pick and Shovel'' The pick and the shovel are all that I know. I'm workin' the dayshift away down below. A mile under ground I keep pickin' all day. I work for a livin' but not for much pay. From Cornwall we have come to explore. Yes, we are the men with an eye for ore. We've got to find ore and plenty much more, Or we'll be hittin' the road; or we'll be hittin' the road. The mine whistle blows and the men start to sing. There's fear in their thinkin'. They don't say a thing. Goin' down, down the mineshaft the echo of song Wipes out fear or worry. Together we're strong. Since lads of six, we've worked with our picks Learnin' all of mining's deceiving tricks. And so we dig ore and plenty much more Or we'll be hittin' the road; or we'll be hittin' the road. The airblast is li'ble to come any day, And when it comes blowin', it goes on its way. It snatches your breath, lays you out in your tomb. A sociable death, we all lie in one room. From Cornwall we have come to explore. Yes, we are the men with an eye for ore. We've got to find ore and plenty much more, Or we'll be hittin' the road; or we'll be hittin' the road. To my wife I'm a hero she pieces my pay, Takes care of the children the long workin' day. She says I'll be foreman, but that won't be so. The pick and the shovel are all that I know. Since lads of six, we've worked with our picks Learnin' all of mining's deceiving tricks. And so we dig ore and plenty much more Or we'll be hittin' the road; or we'll be hittin' the road. ''The Shantyman's Life'' The shantyman's life is a worrisome one. Though some call it free from care. It's the ringing of the ax from morning 'til night In the middle of the forest fair. Chorus: While life in the shanties, bleak and cold, While the wintry winds do blow, As soon as the morning star does appear, To the wild woods we must go. Chorus Then far are we from the maidens fair, On the bank of Wisconsin's streams Where the wolves and owls with terrifying howls Disturb our ni