'Tis the Band of the Corporation--
And I know why that Band is queer,
For I see in the face
Of the trombone a trace
Of the blackguard who blows it near
Me in Town, at most times of year!
And I mark, too, the face
Of that beastly big-bass--
(Which has also been reared on beer)--
And I know, too, the face
Of that other disgrace,
The fat cornet! They've come down here--
They've been borrowed, and lent new gear!
But I know them of old,
And in spite of the gold
Round the hats, with the peaks just here,
I can see who they are while near.
They wear bowlers in Town,
And frock-coats which are brown,
On account of their age--or beer!
For they play to the public for beer;
For they stand and they blow
On the kerb in a row,
And then go to the public for beer!
And so this is the Band down here!
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"THREE CHOIRS FESTIVAL."--Curious coincidence, if true, that when Miss
JESSIE KING was charmingly giving the contralto song, "_While my Watch
I'm Keeping_," a gentleman in the crowded audience suddenly put his
hand to his waistcoat-pocket and exclaimed, "Good gracious! it's
gone!" He will never forget the title of that song. The watch was off
its guard.
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