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THE SPRING CONCERT.
Come, come, to the concert of gladness and glee,
The programme is rich, and the tickets are free.
In a grand vaulted hall, where's there's room, and to spare,
With no gas-lights to eat up the oxygen there.
The musicians are skilled in their wonderful art,
They have compass of voice, and the gamut by heart,
They travelled abroad in the winter recess,
And sang to great crowds with unbounded success,
And now 'tis a favour and privilege rare
Their arrival to hail, and their melodies share:
The programme is rich, and the tickets are free.
In a grand vaulted hall, where's there's room, and to spare,
With no gas-lights to eat up the oxygen there.
The musicians are skilled in their wonderful art,
They have compass of voice, and the gamut by heart,
They travelled abroad in the winter recess,
And sang to great crowds with unbounded success,
And now 'tis a favour and privilege rare
Their arrival to hail, and their melodies share:
These exquisite minstrels a fashion have set,
Which they hope you'll comply with, and will not regret—
They don't keep late hours, for they've always been told
'Twould injure their voices, and make them look old;
But invite you to come, if you have a fine ear,
To the garden or grove, their rehearsals to hear.
Their chorus is full ere the sunbeam is born,
Their music is sweetest at breaking of morn;
'Twas learned at Heaven's gate, with its rapturous lays,
And may teach you, perchance, its own spirit of praise.
Which they hope you'll comply with, and will not regret—
They don't keep late hours, for they've always been told
'Twould injure their voices, and make them look old;
But invite you to come, if you have a fine ear,
To the garden or grove, their rehearsals to hear.
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Their music is sweetest at breaking of morn;
'Twas learned at Heaven's gate, with its rapturous lays,
And may teach you, perchance, its own spirit of praise.
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