THE INSTRUMENTAL BAND.
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SUNG BY MR. JOHN BURNS, VOCALIST, EAST KILBRIDE, AT A CONCERT
FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE E. K. INSTRUMENTAL BAND.
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AIR,—“There's nae luck about the House.”
Stern winter, wi' his sullen gloom,
Again has left our isle,
And fresh and fragrant summer's bloom
O'er hills and glens doth smile:
The birds a universal cheer
Pour forth, in chorus grand,
And now, with joy, again we hear
Our Instrumental Band.
CHORUS.
Let music charm the ear and soul
With ecstacy sublime,
And, with increasing cadence, roll
Down to the end of time.
Long, long has dreary silence shed
Dull languor o'er this place,
And blithesome mirth seem'd ever fled
From every blooming face;
But now that gloom has vanish'd quite,
As touch'd by magic wand,
And young and old hail with delight
The Instrumental Band.
The youngsters quickly leave their play
Whene'er they hear the drum;
The auld folk fling their cares away,
Though nearly blind and dumb;
While lads and lasses, wives and weans,
Th' excitement can't withstand,
To revel 'neath the lofty strains
Of th' Instrumental Band.
Long may they peace and health enjoy
To ply their charming art;
May jarring discord ne'er annoy
The pleasures they impart;
Our gratitude we would express
With voice, and heart, and hand,
In three-times-three, to wish success
To th' Instrumental Band.
