The Twenty-Eighth of January

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T:The Twenty-Eighth of January
N:Although this tune comes from the Appalachian fiddle tradition, its cadence and the rhythm in
N:which it is played place it securely among the hornpipes.
N:Ten years before this book was compiled, the title acquired new significance.
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:G
|:z2|"Am"A,ECE "G"DD"Bm"FD|"Am"A,ECE "D"D2 (3DEF|"G"GB"C"cB "Am"AG"Em"ED|\
"G"GB"C"cB "Am"AG"Em"ED|"Am"A,ECE "G"DD"Bm"FD|
"Am"A,ECE "D"DD (3DEF|"G"GB"D"da "Bm"fd"G"BG|\
"Am"E2 A2 A2:||:z2|"Am"agab ag"G"eg|"Am"agab ag"C"ed|
"G"g2 ga ge"D"de|"Em"gfga "G"bage|"Am"agab a2 "G"eg|\
"Am"agab "G"aged|"Bm"Bd"A"ef "C"ge"G"dB|"Am"E2 A2 A2:|
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:D
BA|"Em"E B G B "D"A A "F#m"c A|"Em"E B G B "A"A2 A G F|
w:|Tues-day morn-ing, cold and clear, a day of woe-ful ken, Be-ing the
"D"D F "G"G F "Em"E D "Bm"B, B, C|"D"D F "G"G F "Em"E E D "Bm"B, D|
w:twen-ty-eighth of Jan-u-a-ry, a freeze is in the Flo-ri-da air, And
"Em"E B G B "D"A A "F#m"c A|"Em"E B G B "A"A A A G F|
w:strapped in-side their cab-in, two good wom-en, five good men Are wait-ing to
"D"D F "A"A e "F#m"c A "D"F D|"Em"B,2 E2 E2||Bd|"Em"e2 e d e d "D"B d|
w:scale the skies on stairs of burn-ing hy-dro-gen||Here's to the ship and crew, who
"Em"e d e f e d "G"B c|"D"d2 d e d B "A"A B|
w:ven-ture up this morn-ing fair, And here's to the spe-cial-ists-\-the
"Bm"d c d e "D"f e d A|"Em"B e e f e2 "D"B d|
w:names of Jar-vis and Mc-Nair, Who're bound to ride a torch in-to
"Em"e d e f "D"e d B A|"F#m"F A "E"B c "G"d B "D"A F|"Em"B,2 E2 E2|]
w:space to test pre-dic-tions there, Will nev-er be for-got-ten out where hu-mans dare.
W:
W:2. All through the night the crews have watched and wondered, tried to tell
W:Whether the day would break too cold to fly.
W:Decision to make to hold or try.
W:The ice grew round the pipes, the ocean churned in stormy hell,
W:Bit with the dawn the word is "Let them go" and wish them well.
W:Here's to the ship and crew--though none with malice damaged her,
W:They cleared her for launch against the judgement of the engineers,
W:Who had to change their hats under pressure from the managers
W:Who took the fatal gamble on the Challenger.
W:
W:3. The sun's been bright to melt the gantry's crust of icy rime;
W:Mission Control the countdown calmly tolls,
W:The candle's lit--she lifts, she rolls--
W:Threescore and thirteen seconds toward the azure heaven climbs--
W:What follows next will be replayed a hundred thousand times.
W:Here's to the ship and crew-- we watched the final blast expand--
W:And here's to McAuliffe who was called to take the last exam.
W:Her class was taught the truth that we all must face the best we can
W:But which is hardly ever on the lesson plan.
W:
W:4. Two ancient Irish foes meet on the cosmic testing ground:
W:One is the patron saint of engineers,
W:The other one names the law they fear;
W:And when the dice have come to rest the answer will be found:
W:Saint Patrick yields the point and Murphy takes this round.
W:Here's to the martyr ship and here's to her gallant crew,
W:To Scobee and to Resnik and to Smith and Onizuka too:
W:So may Saint Patrick welcome them, the souls of all these seven true
W:Who did the best and gave the last that humans do.

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