The Corybantic clangor was cheerful, in its way,
But Hallelujah Lasses the cymbals can outbray.
O raucous throat, O leathern lung, O big belabouring fist!
O tow-row, tow-row, tow-row of the loud Salvationist!
SUCH AN UNEXPECTED PLEASURE!
"A Nuisance! Nay, my children!" ('Tis Grandam Justice speaks.)