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, For she is very love indeed. How bright the glances she can dart, She has the sweetest voice on earth, How sadly for her love I pine! Where she will she can me lead, For she is very love indeed. Calkin One bright Pearl I fondly own, Purely bright and mine alone, Oft with gaze entranc'd mine eyes are beaming, 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, 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; Chorus . ..... Ha ha ha! poor cuckoo! "Harvest Home.".. G. A. Macfarren THE CHOIR. Harvest Home! we come, we come, And we bring the last load of the golden grain, The fields once more have bounteous been But now they've lost their ample store, Harvest Home! we come, we come, And have heap'd the last sheaf on the groaning wain, We grateful bless the teeming earth Pianoforte Solo.... "Rondo." MR. W. S. BAMBRIDGE. Christmas Carol.."The Feast of Christmas.' THE CHOIR. Beethoven W. S. Bambridge. "Hark! what strains are ringing Far o'er Bethlehem's plain Is some King advancing With a joyous train? Do they bring glad tidings Why these songs of gladness At the Feast of Christmas, ever let us sing, ""Tis indeed a Monarch Whose high praise is sung And proclaim to men, That their King has brought them Peace and joy again." At the Feast of Christmas, ever let us sing, "Let us swell His triumph, And His coming greet, Say, where shall we find Him? Where this Monarch meet? Let us hasten onwards To His palace gate. There with shouts salute Him Mid the rich and great." At the Feast of Christmas, ever let us sing, Four-Part Song.. "King Witlaf's Drinking Horn." SUNG BY FORMER MEMBERS OF THE CHOIR. Witlaf, a King of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breath'd, ..Hatton |