English folks are brave and true,
But do not want to fight.
The Germans slip into their town
And bomb their homes at night.

They watch the palace of the King,
They watch it night and day;
They have a strong and daring guard
To keep the foe at bay.

--Jilson Setters

The aged fiddler also composed and set to tune the following ballad
called--

BUNDLES FOR BRITAIN

Two little children toiled along
A steep and lonely mountain road,
They heeded not the bitter cold
But proudly bore their precious load.

I asked them where they might be bound
And what their heavy load might be.
They said, "We're going to the town
To send our load across the sea.

"For, far away on England's shore,
Our own blood kin still live, you know;
They fight to stay the tyrant's hand
That threatens freedom to o'erthrow.

"And many little homeless ones
Are cold and hungry there today,
'Tis them we seek to feed and clothe
And every night for them we pray.

"Some of them reach our own dear land,
While others perish in the sea;
And we must help and comfort them
Until their land from war is free."

Oh, may we like these children face
The curse of hate and war's alarm
With faith and courage in our hearts
And Britain's Bundles 'neath our arms.

--Jilson Setters

SERGEANT YORK

His own favorite ballad, however, is that which he composed and set to
tune several years ago about Sergeant Alvin C. York, who is Jilson
Setters' idea of "a mountain man without nary flaw."

'Way down in Fentress County in the hills of Tennessee
Lived Alvin York, a simple country lad.
He spent his happy childhood with his brothers on the farm,
Or at the blacksmith shop with busy dad.

He could play a hand of poker, hold his liquor like a man,
He did his share of prankin' in his youth;
But his dying father left h