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Dream, baby, dream!....
Thine eyelids quiver,
Know'st thou the theme
Of yon soft river?

It saith "be calm, be sure,

Unfailing, gentle, pure;
So shall thy life endure,
Like mine for ever!"

Four-Part Song.." Shepherds all, and maidens fair." W. Macfarren

THE CHOIR.

Shepherds all, and maidens fair,
Fold your flocks up, for the air
'Gins to thicken, and the sun
Already his great course hath run.
See the dewdrops how they kiss
Every little flow'r that is
Hanging on their velvet heads
Like a rope of crystal beads.
Shepherds all, &c.

And let your dogs lie loose about,
Lest the wolf come as a scout,

From the mount, and e're day
Bear a lamb or kid away;
Or the crafty thievish fox
Break upon your simple flocks.
Shepherds all, &c.

Four-Part Song.."The happiest land."

SUNG BY FORMER MEMBERS OF THE CHOIR.

There sat one day in quiet,

By an alehouse on the Rhine,
Four hale and hearty fallows,
And drank the precious wine.

.... Hatton

The landlord's daughter filled their cup,
Around the rustic board;

Then sat they all so calm and still,

And spake not one rude word.

Waltz

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"Ha!" cried a Saxon laughing,

And dashed his beard with wine,

"I had rather live in Lapland

Than that Swabian land of thine!

The goodliest land on all this earth,
It is the Saxon land:

There have I as many maidens,

As fingers on this hand."

"Hold your tongues, both Swabian and Saxon."

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PART II.

March

"The Bradleian." W. S. Bambridge

THE BRASS BAND.

Four-Part Song.." My lady is so wondrous fair."

THE CHOIR.

My lady is so wondrous fair,
Not born of earth, a sylph of air;
Her figure cast in Hebe's mould,
Her hair is like the purest gold,
Her eyes the brightest stars outshine,
Ah! shall I ever call her mine?
Where she will she can me lead,

For she is very love indeed.

How bright the glances she can dart,
They find their way straight to my heart;

She has the sweetest voice on earth,
Her happy laugh, how full of mirth;

How sadly for her love I pine!
Yet shall I ever call her mine?

Where she will she can me lead,

For she is very love indeed.

Calkin

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One bright Pearl I fondly own,

Purely bright and mine alone,

Oft with gaze entranc'd mine eyes are beaming,
On my lonely pearl so brightly gleaming,

One bright pearl, &c.

One soft Dove I fondly own,

Gentle, soft, and mine alone,

Oft with rapture to my breast I'm pressing

My sweet dove fondly caressing,

One soft dove, &c.

One sweet Rose I fondly own,

Sweetly fair and mine alone,

Heav'nly dews and fragrant odours spreading,
Ever o'er me pleasure shedding,

One sweet rose, &c.

One pure Angel is mine own,

Heav'nly pure and mine alone,

Every grace and virtue in her seeing,

Brightest, sweetest, fairest, purest being.—

Pearl so bright, Dove so pure, Rose so sweet,

In mine Angel all complete.

Part-Song.."The cuckoo sings on the poplar tree."

THE CHOIR.

..G. A. Macfarren

The cuckoo sings in the poplar tree,

But his carol is not gay,

For he knows that spring like himself's on the wing,

By the ricking of the hay.

Little we heed his pensive note,

High on the poplar spray,

While in the new-mown meadows sweet

In sunshine we make hay.

Ha ha ha! poor cuckoo!

Old women tell us in mournful tonë

That our merry days will pass,

And that death will soon come and mow us down

Like the flowers in the grass;
But if so swift the moments fly,
Let us drive care away;
Better it is to laugh than cry,
In sunshine then make hay,

Ha ha ha! poor cuckoo !

Chorus

......

"Harvest Home.".. G. A. Macfarren

THE CHOIR.

Harvest Home! we come, we come,

And we bring the last load of the golden grain,
Loudly shout, Harvest Home!

The fields once more have bounteous been
O'er them the wavy wealth was seen,

But now they've lost their ample store,
Shout once more, Harvest Home!

Harvest Home! we come, we come,

And have heap'd the last sheaf on the groaning wain,
Loudly shout, Harvest Home!

We grateful bless the teeming earth
With songs of joy and shouts of mirth;
So cheer we again as we cheer'd before,
Harvest Home! Harvest Home!

Pianoforte Solo.... "Rondo."

MR. W. S. BAMBRIDGE.

Beethoven

Christmas Carol.. "The Feast of Christmas."

THE CHOIR.

W. S. Bambridge.

"Hark! what strains are ringing

Far o'er Bethlehem's plain

Is some King advancing

With a joyous train?

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