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3rd voice A-ha A. H. GLENNIE Acis and Galatea Advenit omnium Meta Appropinquat ecce Beautiful Venice bestir ye bright C. H. BONNEY C. S. MEDLEY C. W. SCOTT C. W. TAYLER Chapel Choir Chorus College Musical Society commence at Seven Dulce Domum resonemus Dulce melos F. B. DE CHAIR felix Hora gaudiorum fer caballos fessa Flute-REV following verses G. F. COBB G. H. CLAY gale Gaudia nostra moratur Glee grave tædium Advenit Guillaume Tell H. D. NIHILL H. H. HELE hark heart Hurrah J. J. PULLEINE J. Y. MORRELL Jam datur otium La Gazza Ladra Limen amabile Madrigal Malvoisie Marlborough College Musical Masaniello Mendelssohn MESHAM Meta petita laborum Mitte negotium night Nobile Canticum nunc eamus o'er omnium Meta petita otium Overture quid silemus Rossini Royal Wilts Yeomanry ROYAL WILTSHIRE YEOMANRY sing Sodales Song STATHAM sweet thou Violoncello-MR Vocal Quartett waves WHITEHEAD SMITH Wilts Yeomanry Cavalry
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Page 7 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 11 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 6 - His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door...
Page 12 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Page 5 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 6 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 5 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. " Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there : Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Page 5 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 6 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the Church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice.
Page 2 - Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound; Come, if you dare, the foes rebound: We come, we come, we come, we come, Says the double, double, double beat of the thundering drum.