It’s a bit late for this, but I’ve just learned “The Friendly Beasts” today.
An old friend, Tom, dropped by to say goodbye, and to get some help on this tune. Tom is a proficient electric blues guitarist and can improvise on a Bluegrass fiddle tune after hearing it just a couple of times. Lately he’s been playing his Puerto Rican quatro in a a Mexican band and at a Puerto Rican jam session. He had just gotten a call to fill in for another guitarist at a church concert tonight]/i], and was planning to play the quatro, but the song modulates from C to D to E, and he needed a little practice first, so I backed him up on the guitar for a while until he had it pretty well embedded in his brain.
Then I got out my whistles, which he hadn’t seen before, and played along, using the Burke C, Syn D, and Hoover E (all high). The tune is very nice, and quite easy to pick up by ear. I was picking it out on the guitar before I even got to the whistles. (I gave Tom my Dixon tunable high D, and will be sending him links to some whistle sites, including C&F–just doing my part to spread the WhOA.)
The tune is available on JC’s Tune Finder mirror site at http://jc.tzo.net/~jc/cgi/abc/FindTune?P=The+FRIENDLY+BEASTS&F2=find+(wide)&limit=1000\
There are a couple of versions at http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/xmas/thefriendlybeasts.shtml. Apparently it’s been recorded by quite a variety of folks, from the Riga Boy’s Choir to the Louvin Brothers.
The Friendly Beasts
Jesus our brother, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus our brother, kind and good.
“I,” said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
“I carried His mother up hill and down;
I carried her safely to Bethlehem town.”
“I,” said the donkey, shaggy and brown.
“I,” said the cow all white and red
“I gave Him my manger for His bed;
I gave him my hay to pillow his head.”
“I,” said the cow all white and red.
“I,” said the sheep with curly horn,
“I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm;
He wore my coat on Christmas morn.”
“I,” said the sheep with curly horn.
“I,” said the dove from the rafters high,
“I cooed Him to sleep so He would not cry;
We cooed him to sleep, my mate and I.”
“I,” said the dove from the rafters high.
“I,” said the camel, yellow and black,
“Over the desert, upon my back,
I brought Him a gift in the Wise Men’s pack.”
“I,” said the camel, yellow and black.
Thus every beast by some good spell
In the stable dark was glad to tell
Of the gift he gave Emmanuel,
The gift he gave Emmanuel.