PART SONG.." The Song of the Triton."

THE CHOIR.

(With Orchestral Accompaniment)

ONCE on a time, so I've been told,
There liv'd a fisher's daughter,
Who lov'd they said, a Triton bold,
Who came up from the water;
Oft in his hands a net he'd hold,
In rising and in sinking,

Shining with coral, pearl, and gold,
Which he kept ever clinking.
Clinkety clink.

"Come dwell with me," the Triton said,
And laugh'd a smile so sunny,
"Yes, I will come," the maid replied,
"For love and not for money;

Then she leapt in, and of her fate,

No one amongst her kin knows,
Thus was the fish-girl married

To the Triton, 'mongst the minnows.
Clinkety clink.

...Molloy

CHORUS

“ΕΥΙΠΠΟΥ, ΞΕΝΕ, ΤΑΣΔΕ ΧΩΡΑΣ”

Mendelssohn's Oedipus Coloneus

SUNG BY FORMER MEMBERS OF THE CHOIR.

(With Orchestral Accompanient)-

STROPHE I.

THOU Comest here to the land, O friend;

Famed for fleet-footed steeds and blooming meadows;

Thou standest now in Colonos' grove

Where the voices of nightingales

Resound, floating in dulcet strains

Through their temples of verdure,

ANTISTROPHE II.

Grateful, let me extol heaven's richest gifts design'd to

my country,

Presented by the Power making our state,

Famed for its wealth, honour and glory,

Our land and sea steeds, rein and rudder guided;
O Chrono's son! by them we stand

Pre-eminent, mighty God Poseidon

Thou didst give us the rein formed for the courser ;
Guided thus, or curbed, he yields obedience.
Through the billows we dash, stemming the deep
Speeded along by the oar and the helm:
Bounding on with the dancing Nymphs,
Nereus' hundred-footed daughters.

This year, verses 1, 6, 7, 8, 11, and 12 only will be sung.

1 Libros! chartas! aufer talia!

Vos salvete Saturnalia!
Sortes hodie permutentur:
Qui docebant jam docentur !
Adeste qui vocales !
Eamus O sodales!
Sequamur frater fratrem,
Canentes Almam Matrem.

2 Liberi sed idem sani

Sacrum Carmen instauramus:
Este procul O profani,
Caram, caram, dum laudamus:
Adeste, etc.

1 Black-boards and grammars, go yourways;

O welcome Christmas holidays

'Tis freedom's hour, we claim our turn,
To-night, good teachers, sit and learn.
Rise, ye men of song!

All good fellows come along!
Brother following brother,
Celebrate our Common Mother!

2 The hour of freedom, not of folly;
Our chorus is a sacred thing:
Avaunt, profane, the ground is holy,
So rare, so fair, is she we sing.
Rise, &c.