Charles Ives - A Son of a Gambolier

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Come join my humble ditty
From Tippery town I steer
Like ev'ry honest fellow
I take my lager beer
Like ev'ry honest fellow
I take my whiskey clear
I'm a rambling rake of poverty
And a son of a Gambolier

I wish I had a barrel of rum
And sugar three hundred pound
The college bell to mix it in
The clapper to stir it round;
I'd drink the health of dear old Yale
And friends both far and near
I'm a rambling rake of poverty
And a son of a Gambolier

Release Date: May 08, 2024

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"A Son of a Gambolier" is a spirited and jovial song that captures the essence of a carefree and adventurous spirit. The lyrics speak of enjoying simple pleasures like lager beer and whiskey, while also dreaming of a barrel of rum and sugar to mix up a special concoction. The song celebrates the joy of camaraderie and toasting to good health, with a nod to the narrator's roots as a son of a gambolier. With its catchy melody and playful lyrics, this song will surely have you tapping your feet and singing along.

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Arguably the first modernist composer, Charles Ives (1874-1954) was a solitary figure who composed in obscurity for most of his life. The son of a U.S. Army bandleader, Ives enjoyed a wildly successful career as an insurance executive. In his spare time, he composed music in a wide variety of genres that combined popular song, church hymns, military marches, and European art music in ways that used tone clusters, polytonality, and other techniques decades before they were adopted by European composers.