The Village Choir.
(Some distance after Tennyson.)
Half a bar, half a bar, Half a bar onward ! Jnto an awful ditch, Choir and Precentor hitch, Into a mess of pitch, They led tho Old Hundred. Trebles to right of them, Tenors to left of them Basses in front, of them,
BelloAved and thundered. Oh ! that Precentor's look; When the sopranos took Their own time and hook; From the Old Hundred.
Screeched all the trebles thoro, Boggled tho tenors there, Raising the parson's hiiir, While his mind wandered : Theirs not to reason why—- - This psalm was pitched too high ; Theirs but to gasp and cry— Out the Old Hundred. Trebles to right of. them, Tenors to left of them, Basses in front of them t . Bellowed arid thundered. Stormod they with shout and yell, Nob wisely they sang, nor well, Drowning the sexton's bell, - While all the church wondered.
Dire the Peccntor's glare. Flash'd his pitchfork in air, bounding frosh keys to bear
Out the Old Hundred. Swiftly ho turn'd his back, Reach'd he his hat from rack, Then from the screaming pack Himself he sundered. Tenors to right of him, Trebles to left of him, Discords behind him
Bellowed and thundered. Oil, tho wild howls they wrought; Right to tho end they fought! SqU'e tune- they sang, but not— ' "'Not the Old Hundred,
—'< Acre's Journal.''
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The Village Choir., Ashburton Guardian, Volume XIV, Issue 2434, 6 June 1890
The Village Choir. Ashburton Guardian, Volume XIV, Issue 2434, 6 June 1890
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