THE THREE CHOIRS.
A Song of the 172nd musical meeting of the Three
Choirs of Gloucester, Worcester and Hereford,
which opens at Gloucester on Tuesday, Sept. 10.
Air—"The Three Ravens."
There are Three Choirs—melodious three!—
Down-a-down-a-down-hey-down!
They are as fine as fine can be,
With a down!—
They're going at Gloucester for to meet,
By Tubal Cain, they're bad to beat.
With a down, derry, derry down!
Gloucester—Worcester—Hereford! Three!!!
Down-a-down, &c.
Hear them perform the "Mass in C"!
With a down!—
Cowen, Schütz, Parry, Lloyd, Macfarren!
You bet your boots they won't be barren!
With a down, &c.
Albani strong, clear Edward Lloyd!
Down-a-down, &c.
Ben Davies—won't he be enjoyed?—
With a down!—
And then there's clever W. Hann,
A brick, as fiddler or as man;
With a down, &c.
Again, Miss Rosalind Ellicott!
Down-a-down, &c.
That Bishop's daughter knows what's what,
With a down!—
Then C. Lee Williams, Gloucester's pride,
Conducts—himself and all beside.
With a down, &c.
They'll all go off, each Great Old Gun,
Down-a-down, &c.,
Handel, Beethoven, Mendelssohn,—
With a down!—
Nor, 'midst the old Titanic lot,
Shall Henry Purcell be forgot,
With a down, &c.
Ah! well-a-day! London admires,—
Down-a-down-a-down-hey-down
This Festival of the Three Choirs.
With a down!—
So heaven spare, music for to foster,
Hereford, Worcester, "Good old Gloucester!"
With-a-down-derry-derry-derry-derry-down!
News from the Provinces.—A gentleman who was trying to cut a joke hurt himself severely. He says he will never again attempt the experiment, and his family express themselves satisfied.
