Atlarlborough College Musical Society

TWELFTH

Guning Courerts

MONDAY, JUNE 25th, 1860. -- 81

TO COMMENCE AT EIGHT O'CLOCK. PRECISELY.

CONDUCTOR......MR. WHITEHEAD SMITH,

Organist of the College.

PART FIRST.

Overture............“ Zampa”............Herold.

Pianoforte-H. A. D. SEYMOUR. A. R. ROBINSON,
Flute-REV. C. W. TAYLER.

Serenade..from “ The Gipsy's Warning”....J. Benedict.

Sung by the Full Choir.

Bless'd be the home where love makes his dwelling,

Pleasure and peace his footsteps invite,
Oh! with what joy each bosom is swelling,

When two in one tie, thus fondly unite.
Friendship's offering now we bring to thee;

We hail this happy hour;
Calm and sunny may life's pathway be,

And strewn with many a flower.

Bound..........(three voices)......G. H. Rodwell.

A. H. GLENNIE.

J. J. PULLEINE.

T. P. WILLIAMSON.

Yes ! Brothers, yes ! it is the midnight drum,

Falls on the ear, so blithe, so clear,
Telling the sentinel the hour is come,

Of welcome rest his heart to cheer.
But if again the trumpet sounds,

No more he dreams of soft repose,
With valour straight his bosom bounds,

He pants to meet his country's foes.

Madrigal............Four parts........... Pearsall.

Full Choir.

(Written in imitation of a species of Canzonet, in fashion before the introduction of Madrigals into England.)

Who shall win my lady fair

When the leaves are green?
Who but I should win my lady fair
When the leaves are green?

Not you,

No, no!
The bravest man
That best love can
Shall win my lady fair.
Danderly, danderly, danderly, dan,
He shall marry her, he's the man.

(And similar verse.)

Song..“ When the moon is brightly shining”... Molique.

REV. R. DUCKWORTH.

When the moon is brightly shining,

Then may song its sweets impart,
With the trembling ray entwining

Round the unsuspecting heart!
Through my lov'd one's window glancing,

Silver beams their way can win,
Surely then a strain entrancing

Unobserved may venture in !

Light and sound their pow'rs uniting,

Soft illusions soon will shed;
Now with dulcet notes delighting,

Shining now around her head.
Should she wake, a spell throw o'er her,

Light and sound her eyes to close,
Let mine image rise before her

Mid'st the dreams of sweet repose !

Should she sleep, then gently wake her,

Light and sound in wondrous mood,
With your soft allurements make her

Meet the heart by whom she's woo'd.
Let her all enchanted listen,

And the curtain ope around,
Doubting if the sweet tones glisten,

Or the rays thus tuneful sound.

Lure her then in sweet amazement,

Towards her love who waits below;
Bid her greet him from the casement,

And a parting smile bestow.
One more strain my lute shall send her,

While I strike each chord with might-
One more glance both long and tender,

Then, oh, then, good night, good night!