Mystic Chorale

The Rocky Road to Mystic Chorale
parody by David Anick

In the merry month of March
To Arlington we started
After Nick’s long–planned deparch–
–Ure left us broken–hearted.

Still, we had to sing.
Our new director Mary
Was very welcoming.
She wasn’t one bit scary.

The concert, she explained
Would “Celtic Roots” be named.
Some songs of local fame
We’d sing in language cryptic

Since Celts the world around
Had each made their own sound.
And that’s our common ground
On the rocky road to Mystic,

1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5.

CHORUS:
Wear your mask, show up, and memorize:
The Rocky Road to Mystic.
Whack Fol–lol De Rah.

Our first night was the BEST!
Five songs we went home humming.
How could we have guessed
That Dulaman was coming?

The folios arrived
And Mary told the story
How Irish folks survived
By gathering sushi nori.

But Gaelic was a bear!
The vowels were so unclear.
With misprints everywhere,
It felt downright sadistic.

Colette joined the affray,
Taught us what to say;
Mary made a way
Where soloists saved the day
On the rocky road to Mystic,
1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5.

CHORUS:
Wear your mask, show up, and memorize:
The Rocky Road to Mystic.
Whack Fol–lol De Rah.

Then nasty Covid struck!
Mary’s other choir
Had the worst of luck:
They missed their Missa Gaia.

Our substitute was Beth
With near no preparation.
Wow, were we impressed
With her rapid adaptation.

Then concert day at last!
The warm-up flew by fast.
We got a bit harassed
By changing plans logistic.

We stepped up to the plate.
We looked and sounded great.
And now we celebrate
The rocky road to Mystic,
1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5.

CHORUS x 2:
Wear your mask, show up, and memorize:
The Rocky Road to Mystic.
Whack Fol-lol De Rah.
Wear your mask, show up, and memorize:
The Rocky Road to Mystic.
Whack Fol-lol De Rah.
ENDING:
(Whack Fol-lol De Rah.)
Whack Fol-lol De Rah.

MYSTIC CHORALE CELTIC HIGHLIGHTS

POT LUCK PARODY SONG 2023

By Katie Dunton

(Loch Lomond tune)

WE’RE PREPARING TO sing, SEND OUR NOTES ON THE WING

IN THOSE ANXIOUS THOUGHTS ARE CREEPING

‘CAUSE WE NEVER GET A REST, PUTS OUR LUNGS TO THE TEST

And the world knows not how we are BREATHING

{HUGE BREATH}

O ye’ll take the high NOTES and I’ll take the low NOTES

And EVERYONE MEET IN THE MIDDLE

For me and my SECTION MAY never BREATHE again {Cry into hanky}

SO WE’LL BE PLAYED OUT BY THE FIDDLE

(Hal-An-Tow tune)

TIME FOR LUNCH, TUMMY rumble O!

IT IS ONE, AND ALSO IT’S TUESDAY-O

I’M WELCOMING A SANDWICH

I’LL HAVE A BIG— CUBAN-O

FOR HUNGER IS A-COMIN’ IN’

AND PLEASE HOLD THE May-O

[St. George solo verse tune]

Oh where is MY SANDWICH, Oh where is IT now?

I’M TOTALLY FAMISHED, AND MIGHT FADE AWAY-O

I CALLED DOOR DASH, THEY SAID IT’S A GO

ONE CUBAN WITH MUSTARD UPON A BRIOCHE

IS COMING YOUR WAY-O

TIME FOR LUNCH, TUMMY rumble O!

IT WAS ONE, AND ALSO IT’S TUESDAY-O

I WELCOMED IN A SANDWICH

I ATE A BIG— CUBAN-O

FOR HUNGER WAS A-COMIN’ IN’

AND NOW IT’S gone away-O

(Rocky Road to Dublin tune)

V.1

In the MORNIN’ I AWOKE, FROM ME SLEEP I STARTED

TOOK A SHOWER QUICK, THEN OUT THE DOOR I DARTED

Drank a CUP O’ JOE, GET ME HEART A-PUMPIN’

GOT SHRIMP ON THE BRAIN, I MUST STOP FORREST GUMPIN’

NOTHING crossed me mind

I AM IN A BIND

NO LYRICS could I find AMONG ME THOUGHTS A-RAMBELIN’

I’LL GO FOR A JOG

TRY NOT TO STEP ON FROGS

WHO LIKE TO SIT ON LOGS

I’M ON MY way to FLUBBIN’ IT

One two three four five

KEEP THE TEMPO, BUT DON’T TAP YOUR FOOT TOO LOUD

OR THEY’LL KNOW THAT YOU’RE FLUBBIN’ IT

Whack fol-lol-de-rah!

V.2

BACK HOME I next arrived, GOT ME SILVER DAGGER

HUNG ME HEAD IN SHAME, THE FEAR OF FAILURE NAGGIN’

THEN I HAD A THOUGHT, ONE MORE CHANCE TO SAVE IT

KEEP ME RED HAIR ON, AND I WON’T HAVE TO SHAVE IT

LOOK UNDER THE BED

AND IN THE GARDEN SHED

OR ASK ME NEIGHBOR FRED

IF HE HAS SEEN ME MUSIC {Hand Katie binder}

Hurrah me soul says I!

ME BINDER WAS CLOSE BY

NOW I DON’T HAVE TO CRY

AND WORRY THAT I’M FLUBBIN’ IT