Of that unrivalled songstress who had made the part her own.
Hurrah! hurrah! the first night proved she had essayed too much;
Hurrah! hurrah for Grisi, and the Norma none can touch!
Oh! how our hearts were beating, when a week before the day,
We saw proud Lumley posting up his bills in long array;
There stood the name of grand Lablache, of mighty voice and limb;
And there too, was Fraschini, but we did not care for him.
And we cried unto our Norma, that she might be underlined,
To combat for her own great name, and leave the Lind behind.
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