October 15, 2018, at 6:00Pritzker Military Museum & Library

IN FLANDERS FIELDSSongs from the Great War to Commemorate the Centennial of the Armistice of World War I

Mario Rojas TenorChristopher Kenney BaritoneShannon McGinnis PianoWilliam Brooks Speaker

ives He Is There!christopher kenney

butterworth Six Songs from A Shropshire Lad Loveliest of Trees When I Was One-and-Twenty Look Not in My Eyes Think No More, Lad The Lads in Their Hundreds Is My Team Ploughing

christopher kenney

ives In Flanders Fieldsmario rojas

gurney Ludlow and Teme When Smoke Stood Up from Ludlow Far in a Western Brookland ’Tis Time, I Think, by Wenlock Town Ludlow Fair On the Idle Hill of Summer When I Was One-and-Twenty The Lent Lily

mario rojas

henderson Five Foot Two, Eyes of Bluechristopher kenney

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friedman Let Me Call You Sweetheartmario rojas

fischer Peg O’ My Heartmario rojas

henderson Don’t Bring Luluchristopher kenney

gilbert The Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlomario rojaschristopher kenney

This program is presented with leadership support from Colonel (IL) Jennifer N. Pritzker, IL ARNG (Retired), president and founder, Pritzker Military Foundation and the President and CEO of TAWANI Enterprises, Inc.

This program is partially supported by a grant from the Illinois Arts Council Agency.

This evening’s program is being recorded for television and podcast. The final program will air on Saturday, December 1, at 9:00 a.m. on WTTW Prime. The audio will be released as a podcast through the Pritzker Military Museum & Library podcast on iTunes and Stitcher.

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CHARLES IVES

he is there!Fifteen years ago todayA little Yankee, little Yankee boyMarched beside his granddaddyIn the decoration day parade.The village band would playThose old war tunes,And the G. A. R. would shout,“Hip Hip Hooray!” in the same old way,As it sounded on the old camp ground.

That boy has sailed o’er the ocean,He is there, he is there, he is there.He’s fighting for the right,But when it comes to might,He is there, he is there, he is there;As the Allies beat up all the warlords!He’ll be there, he’ll be there,And then the world will shoutThe Battle-cry of FreedomTenting on a new camp ground.For it’s rally round the Flag boysRally once again,Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.

Fifteen years ago todayA little Yankee, with a German nameHeard the tale of “forty-eight”Why his Granddaddy joined Uncle Sam,His fathers fought that medieval stuffAnd he will fight it now;“Hip Hip Hooray! This is the day,”When he’ll finish up that aged job.

That boy has sailed o’er the ocean . . . 

There’s a time in ev’ry life,When it’s do or die, and our Yankee boyDoes his bit that we may live,In a world where all may have a “say.”He’s conscious always of his country’s aimWhich is Liberty for all,“Hip Hip Hooray!” is all he’ll say,As he marches to the Flanders front.

That boy has sailed o’er the ocean . . . 

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GEORGE BUTTERWORTH

six songs from a shropshire lad

loveliest of treesLoveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough,And stands about the woodland rideWearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,Twenty will not come again,And take from seventy springs a score,It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloomFifty springs are little room,About the woodlands I will goTo see the cherry hung with snow.

when i was one-and-twentyWhen I was one-and-twentyI heard a wise man say,“Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubiesBut keep your fancy free.”But I was one-and-twenty,No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again,“The heart out of the bosomWas never given in vain;‘Tis paid with sighs a plentyAnd sold for endless rue.”And I am two-and-twenty,And oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true.

look not in my eyesLook not in my eyes, for fearThey mirror true the sight I see,And there you find your face too clearAnd love it and be lost like me.One the long nights through must lieSpent in star-defeated sighs,But why should you as well as IPerish? Gaze not in my eyes.

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A Grecian lad, as I hear tell,One that many loved in vain,Looked into a forest wellAnd never looked away again.There, when the turf in springtime flowers,With downward eye and gazes sad,Stands amid the glancing showersA jonquil, not a Grecian lad.

think no more, ladThink no more, lad; laugh, be jolly;Why should men make haste to die?Empty heads and tongues a-talkingMake the rough road easy walking,And the feather pate of follyBears the falling sky.

Oh, ‘tis jesting, dancing, drinkingSpins the heavy world around.If young hearts were not so clever,Oh, they would be young forever;Think no more; ‘tis only thinkingLays lads underground.

the lads in their hundredsThe lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,There’s men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.

There’s chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart,And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.

I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tellThe fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewellAnd watch them depart on the way that they will not return.

But now you may stare as you like and there’s nothing to scan;And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be toldThey carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

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is my team ploughing“Is my team ploughing,That I was used to driveAnd hear the harness jingleWhen I was man alive?”

Ay, the horses trample,The harness jingles now;No change though you lie underThe land you used to plough.

“Is football playingAlong the river-shore,With lads to chase the leather,Now I stand up no more?”

Ay, the ball is flying,The lads play heart and soul;The goal stands up, the keeperStands up to keep the goal.

“Is my girl happy,That I thought hard to leave,And has she tired of weepingAs she lies down at eve?”

Ay, she lies down lightly,She lies not down to weep:Your girl is well contented.Be still, my lad, and sleep.

“Is my friend hearty,Now I am thin and pine,And has he found to sleep inA better bed than mine?”

Yes, lad, I lie easy,I lie as lads would choose;I cheer a dead man’s sweetheart,Never ask me whose.

All texts from Alfred Edward Housman’s (1859–1936) collection of poems, A Shropshire Lad, published in 1896

CHARLES IVES

in flanders fieldsIn Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place, and in the sky,The larks still bravely singing, fly,Scarce heard amidst the guns below.

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We are the dead; short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!To you from falling hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high!If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though [the] poppies growIn Flanders fields.

By John McCrae (1872–1918), first published anonymously in Punch, December 8, 1915

IVOR (BERTIE) GURNEY

ludlow and teme

when smoke stood up from ludlowWhen smoke stood up from Ludlow,And mist blew off from Teme,And blithe afield to ploughingAgainst the morning beamI strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppiceLooked out to see me stride,And hearkened as I whistledThe trampling team beside,And fluted and replied:

“Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;What use to rise and rise?Rise man a thousand morningsYet down at last he lies,And then the man is wise.”

I heard the tune he sang me,And spied his yellow bill;I picked a stone and aimed itAnd threw it with a will:Then the bird was still.

Then my soul within meTook up the blackbird’s strain,And still beside the horsesAlong the dewy laneIt sang the song again:

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“Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;The sun moves always west;The road one treads to labourWill lead one home to rest,And that will be the best.”

far in a western brooklandFar in a western brooklandThat bred me long agoThe poplars stand and trembleBy pools I used to know.

There, in the windless night-time,The wanderer, marvelling why,Halts on the bridge to hearkenHow soft the poplars sigh.

He hears: no more rememberedIn fields where I was known,Here I lie down in LondonAnd turn to rest alone.

There, by the starlit fences,The wanderer halts and hearsMy soul that lingers sighingAbout the glimmering weirs.

’tis time, i think, by wenlock town’Tis time, I think, by Wenlock townThe golden broom should blow;The hawthorn sprinkled up and downShould charge the land with snow.

Spring will not wait the loiterer’s timeWho keeps so long away;So others wear the broom and climbThe hedgerows heaped with may.

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,Gold that I never see;Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedgeThat will not shower on me.

ludlow fairThe lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,There’s men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.

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There’s chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart,And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.

I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tellThe fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewellAnd watch them depart on the way that they will not return.

But now you may stare as you like and there’s nothing to scan;And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be toldThey carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

on the idle hill of summerOn the idle hill of summer,Sleepy with the flow of streams,Far I hear the steady drummerDrumming like a noise in dreams.

Far and near and low and louder,On the roads of earth go by,Dear to friends and food for powder,Soldiers marching, all to die.

East and west on fields forgottenBleach the bones of comrades slain,Lovely lads and dead and rotten;None that go return again.

Far the calling bugles hollo,High the screaming fife replies,Gay the files of scarlet follow:Woman bore me, I will rise.

when i was one-and-twentyWhen I was one-and-twentyI heard a wise man say,“Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubiesBut keep your fancy free.”But I was one-and-twenty,No use to talk to me.

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When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again,“The heart out of the bosomWas never given in vain;‘Tis paid with sighs a plentyAnd sold for endless rue.”And I am two-and-twenty,And oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true.

the lent lily‘Tis spring; come out to rambleThe hilly brakes around,For under thorn and brambleAbout the hollow groundThe primroses are found.

And there’s the windflower chillyWith all the winds at play,And there’s the Lenten lilyThat has not long to stayAnd dies on Easter Day.

And since till girls go mayingYou find the primrose still,And find the windflower playingWith every wind at will,But not the daffodil.Bring baskets now, and sallyUpon the spring’s array,And bear from hill and valleyThe daffodil awayThat dies on Easter Day.

All texts from Alfred Edward Housman’s (1859–1936) collection of poems, A Shropshire Lad, published 1896

RAY HENDERSON

five foot two, eyes of blue (has anybody seen my girl?)I just saw a maniac, Wild and tearing his hair;Jumping like a jumpin’ jack,Child, you should have been there.Laughed so loud I thought I would cave in,When I heard that silly daffy-dilly-ravin’:

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Five foot two, eyes of blueBut oh, what those five foot could doHas anybody seen my girl?Turned up nose, turned down hoseNever had no other beausHas anybody seen my girl?

Now if you run into aFive foot two, covered with furDiamond rings and all those thingsBetcha’ life it isn’t herBut could she love, could she woo?Could she, could she, could she coo?Has anybody seen my girl?

Love made him a lunatic,Gee! He Hollered and he cried.Like a monkey on a stick,He was fit to be tied.When we asked him for his wife’s description, He just answered all of us with this conniption:

Refrain

Lyrics by Sam M. Lewis and Joseph Widow Young

LEO FRIEDMAN

let me call you sweetheartI am dreaming, Dear, of you, day by dayDreaming when the skies are blue, When they’re grayWhen the silv’ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in dreamsIn a land of love, it seems, Just with you

Let me call you “Sweetheart,” I’m in love with youLet me hear you whisper that you love me tooKeep the love-light glowing in your eyes so trueLet me call you “Sweetheart,” I’m in love with you

Longing for you all the while, More and more;Longing for the sunny smile, I adoreBirds are singing far and near, Roses blooming ev’rywhereYou, alone, my heart can cheer; You, just you

Refrain

Lyrics by Beth Slater Whitson

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FRED FISCHER

peg o’ my heartOh, my heart’s in a whirl over one little girl,I love her, yes, I do,Altho’ her heart is far away,I hope to make her mine some day.Ev’ry beautiful rose, ev’ry violet knows,I love her, I love her fond and true,And her heart fondly sighs, as I sing to her eyes,Her eyes of blue, sweet eyes of blue, my darling!

Peg o’ my heart, I love you,We’ll never part, I love you,Dear little girl, sweet little girl,Sweeter than the Rose of Erin,Are your winning smiles endearin’;Peg o’ my heart, your glancesWith Irish art entrance us,Come, be my own, come, make your home in my heart.

When your heart’s full of fears,And your eyes full of tears,I’ll kiss them, I’ll kiss them all away;For, like the gold that’s in your hair,Is all the love for you I bear,Oh, believe in me, do,I’m as lonesome as you,I miss you, I miss you all the day,Let the light of love shine from your eyes into mine,And shine for aye, sweetheart for aye, my darling!

Refrain

Lyrics by Alfred Bryan

RAY HENDERSON

don’t bring luluYour presence is requested, wrote little Johnny WhiteBut with this invitation, there is a stipulationWhen you attend this party, you’ll all be treated rightBut there’s a wild and woolly woman you boys can’t invite

You can bring Pearl, she’s a darn nice girl, but don’t bring LuluYou can bring Rose, with the turned up nose, but don’t bring LuluLulu always wants to do what we boys don’t want her toWhen she struts her stuff around, London Bridge is falling down

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You can bring cake or a porterhouse steak, but don’t bring LuluLulu gets blue and goes coo-koo, like the clock upon the shelfShe’s the kind of smartie breaks up every partyHullabalooloo, don’t bring Lulu, I’ll bring her myself

We all went to the party, a real high-toned affairAnd then along came Lulu, wild as any ZuluShe started in to Charleston, and how the boys did stareBut when she did the hula-hula, then she got the air

You can bring Nan with the old deadpan, but don’t bring LuluYou can bring Tess with her “no” and “yes,” but don’t bring LuluLulu has the reddest hair, redder here and redder thereHow can we boys keep our head, bulls go wild when they see red

You can bring peas and crullers and cheese, but don’t bring LuluGive her two beers and she tears portiers, and she throws cups off the shelfWhen she loves with feeling, the boys all hit the ceilingHullabalooloo, don’t bring Lulu, she’ll come here herself

Lyrics by Billy Rose and Lew Brown

FRED GILBERT

the man who broke the bank at monte carloI’ve just got here, to Paris, from the sunny southern shore;I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise my winter’s rent.Dame Fortune smiled upon me as she’d never done before,And I’ve now such lots of money, I’m a gent.Yes, I’ve now such lots of money, I’m a gent.

As I walk along the Bois de BoulogneWith an independent airYou can hear the girls declare“He must be a Millionaire.”You can hear them sigh and wish to die,You can see them wink the other eyeAt the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.

I stay indoors ’til after lunch, and then my daily walkTo the great Triumphal Arch is one grand triumphal march,Observed by each observer with the keenness of a hawk,I’m a mass of money, linen, silk, and starch—I’m a mass of money, linen, silk and starch.

Chorus

Lyrics also by Fred Gilbert

profiles

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Mario Rojas Tenor

Mexican tenor Mario Rojas, a second-year member of Lyric Opera of Chicago’s Ryan Opera Center, is an alumnus of the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, where he performed Don José in La tragédie de Carmen and Nemorino in The Elixir

of Love. He is one of the youngest singers ever to receive the Plácido Domingo scholarship from SIVAM, Mexico’s most prominent young-artist program. In his home country, he has performed Rodolfo in La bohème at Mexico City’s Palacio de Bellas Artes and elsewhere in Mexico as Don Ottavio in Don Giovanni and Julian in Tomás Bretón’s La verbena de la Paloma. Rojas has received numerous honors including third place in the 2018 Dallas Opera Guild Vocal Competition, winner of the 2018 Metropolitan Opera National Council Central District Auditions, second place in the East Bay Opera League Competition, the Marta Eggerth Kiepura Award in the Licia Albanese–Puccini Foundation International Vocal Competition, third place in the Palm Springs Opera Guild Competition, and the Emerging Singers Award in the Opera Index Vocal Competition. He has performed with soprano Nicole Cabell and pianist Craig Terry at the Harris Theater’s Beyond the Aria recital series and Kentucky Opera’s Sidecar cabaret series. At Lyric, where he portrayed Borsa in Rigoletto last season, Rojas will appear this season as Parpignol in La bohème, Ruiz in Il trovatore, and Gastone in La traviata, while also understudying leading roles in La bohème and La traviata.

Christopher Kenney Baritone

A native of Hawley, Minnesota, baritone Christopher Kenney is in his first year with Lyric Opera of Chicago’s Ryan Opera Center. Most recently, he was a member of Washington National Opera’s Domingo–Cafritz Young

Artist Program. While there, he was heard in the title role in The Barber of Seville and also por-trayed the businessman in The Little Prince, Pa Zegner in Missy Mazzoli’s Proving Up (world premiere), and the officer in The Barber of Seville for WNO’s mainstage season at the Kennedy Center. Additionally, he was a featured soloist in Bernstein’s Songfest with the National Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Leonard Slatkin. Among other roles he has performed are Papageno in The Magic Flute, the title role in Rubinstein’s The Demon, Marullo in Rigoletto, Guglielmo in Così fan tutte, and Leporello in Don Giovanni. Kenney was an apprentice artist at the Santa Fe Opera during the summer of 2017. He is a three-time winner of the Metropolitan Opera National Council District Auditions and winner of the 2014 Alltech Vocal Scholarship Competition. The baritone is an alumnus of Concordia College (undergraduate), the University of Kentucky (graduate), and Philadelphia’s Academy of Vocal Arts. After performing with the Grant Park Music Festival, he appears at Lyric in 2018–19 as the Master of Ceremonies in Cendrillon (debut) and the Marquis d’Obigny in La traviata, and will also understudy roles in La bohème and Cendrillon.

PHOTOS BY SIMON PAULY; ARIELLE DONESON

profiles

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Shannon McGinnis Piano

Pianist Shannon McGinnis has been recog-nized for her partnerships with some of the brightest stars in the classical vocal music world. Highlights of 2018–19 include appearances with mezzo-soprano Jennifer Johnson-Cano, as part of the

2018 Collaborative Works Festival, recitals with baritone Michael Kelly, and a live broadcast on WFMT with tenor Nicholas Phan. McGinnis makes her debut with the Philadelphia Chamber Music Society in 2020, in a series of concerts featuring soprano Joelle Harvey, mezzo-soprano J’nai Bridges, tenor Nicholas Phan, baritone Roderick Williams, and pianist Myra Huang. A passionate advocate for art song, McGinnis is a founder of Collaborative Arts Institute of Chicago, where, as director of education, she oversees a series of master classes and workshops for singers and pianists, as well as the organization’s Vocal Chamber Music Fellowship. She currently serves on the board of Fourth Coast Ensemble, a Chicago-based vocal quartet with its origins as the first recipient of CAIC’s Vocal Chamber Fellowship. Also at home in the world of opera, McGinnis has held internships and appointments with the Opera Company of Philadelphia, DePaul University Opera Theatre, DuPage Opera, and Kentucky Opera. In 2015 she served as vocal coach and ensemble pianist for the world-premiere performances of Matthew Aucoin’s Second Nature, presented by Lyric Unlimited, a division of Lyric Opera of Chicago, and in spring 2018 was an official pianist for Joyce DiDonato’s master classes at Carnegie Hall’s Weill Music Institute, where she will return in spring 2019. McGinnis also serves as lecturer in vocal coaching at the Chicago College of Performing Arts at Roosevelt University.

William Brooks Speaker

William Brooks studied music and mathematics at Wesleyan University and then received degrees in musicology and composi-tion-theory from the University of Illinois. Among his teachers were Charles Hamm in musicology as well

as Ben Johnston, Kenneth Gaburo, and Herbert Brün in composition and theory. Brooks has been associated with John Cage as both performer and scholar, having played in the world premiere of HPSCHD and directed several productions of Cage’s Song Books. Brooks taught at the University of Illinois (1969–73) and at the University of California (1973–77); he then worked as a free-lance composer, scholar, and performer before returning to the University of Illinois (1987). There, he was associate professor of composition, director of the Contemporary Chamber Singers, and chair of the Composition–Theory Division for many years. In 2000, he became reader in music at the University of York, and in 2006 he was named professor. He also was appointed senior research fellow at the Orpheus Institute in Ghent, Belgium. He remains active as a composer and scholar. Brooks is a member of the Illinois Committee of the United States World War One Centennial Commission. His work with the Driscoll Collection of American Sheet Music (boxes 163 to 170), housed at the Newberry Library, and the Myers Collection, housed at the Sousa Archives and Center for American Music (University of Illinois), involved extensive work on two important collections of sheet music (over 2500 items) issued about or during World War I.

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The October 18, 19 and 20 CSO concerts and October 15 and 23 recitals are presented with the generous support of COL (IL) Jennifer N. Pritzker, IL ARNG (Retired), President and Founder, Pritzker Military Foundation.

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