Well I know other music, solemn and sublime,
Voices of the ocean sounding all the depths of
time:
That is not the music I am looking for to-day,
It is you I want to hear, so frolicsome and gay.
Do not ever try to practise any modern art,
Do not even stop to think or care about your part,
Sing just as you always do, when there are none to
hear,
That will surely be the sweetest way to please my ear.