Based on a real story: https://britishfoodhistory.com/2021/10/22/samuel-pepyss-parmesan -- [Meta-Tags: Voice=MaleBaritone Tempo=Fast Reverb=OutdoorCourtyard] [Intro: Urgent Lute Plucking Fast Bodhran Beat] [Spoken Word] September the fourth Sixteen-Sixty-Six. Sir William Batten not knowing how to remove his wine did dig a pit in the garden and I did the like. [End Spoken Word] [Verse 1] The sky above the cittie wakes in terrible affright A monstrous and malicious flame doth turne the day to night From Pudding Lane the devil comes to swallow up the towne And one by one the timber'd halls and steeples tumble downe My servants weepe and wring their hands (they weepe and wring their hands) While cinders fall like burning snow upon the choked lands [Pre-Chorus: Tempo Increase Strings Swell] The heat it growes the river glowes the lighters flee the shore I feare the blaze will strike my roofe and I shall be no more (be no more) [Chorus: Full Tavern Band Stomping Rhythm] Oh the Thames is red with blazing dread the smoke doth blind my eye I cannot save the bedsteads nor the tapestries so high But I faine would cheat the hungry fire of what I hold most deare Bring out the heavy Parmezan and cast the bottles heere [Verse 2: Playful Fiddle Plucked Bass Fast Paced] We tooke a spade and smote the earth beneath the garden wall While citizens in desperate boates for mercies sake did call My ledger books are pack'd away my golden coin is hid Now fetch the wheel of yellow cheese and lay it neath the lid (neath the lid) A noble wheel from Italie of wondrous girth and smell I lay it in the muddie trench and bid it fare thee well [Chorus: Full Tavern Band Stomping Rhythm] Oh the Thames is red with blazing dread the smoke doth blind my eye I cannot save the bedsteads nor the tapestries so high But I faine would cheat the hungry fire of what I hold most deare Bring out the heavy Parmezan and cast the bottles heere [Instrumental Solo: Frantic Fiddle Fast Lute Strumming Percussion Climax] [Bridge: Minor Key Slow Drone] [Spoken Word] In the evening having buried my wine and my cheese I went upon the water and there saw the fire grow. [End Spoken Word] The ashes land upon my ruff the heat is on my face I pray the Lord of Hosts to save this miserable place Though all of Pauls be turn'd to dust and London be consumed My rarest wyne and dearest cheese shall rest safely entombed (safely entombed) [Outro: Slowing Lute Fading Heartbeat Drum] The fire roars (the fire roars) The pigeon falls (the pigeon falls) Into the dark we flee God save the King and save my house And keep my cheese for me [Spoken Word] And so to bed. [End Spoken Word] [Fade-Out to End] [End]
