My choir's performance of Percy Aldridge Grainger's setting of the English folk song "I'm Seventeen Come Sunday" with me conducting the group. It was great to get to conduct one of Grainger's works who is better known for his wind band music, but also wrote this great choral piece.

Lyrics:
As I walked out on a May morning, on a May morning so early,
I overtook a pretty fair maid just as the day was a-dawning.
With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.

Her eyes were bright and her stockings white, and her buckling shone like silver,
She had a dark and a rolling eye, and her hair hung over her shoulder.
With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.

Where are you going, my pretty fair maid? Where are you going, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully, I've an errand for my mummy.
With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.

How old are you, my pretty fair maid? How old are you, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully, I'm seventeen come Sunday.
With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.

Will you take a man, my pretty fair maid? Will you take a man, my honey?
She answered me right cheerfully, I darst not for my mummy.
With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.

But if you come round to my mummy's house, when the moon shines bright and clearly,
I will come down and let you in, and my mummy shall not hear me.
With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.

It's now I'm with my soldier-lad, his ways they are so winning.
The drum and fife is my delight, and a pint o' rum in the morning.
With a rue-rum-ray, fol-the-diddle-ay,
Whack-fol-lare-diddle-I-doh.

It's now I'm with my soldier-lad, his ways they are so winning.
The drum and fife is my delight, and a pint o' rum in the morning.