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Show THE VILLAGE CHOIR. Half a bar. half a bar, Half a bar onward! Into an awful ditch. Choir and precentor hitch. Into a mess of pitch. They led t he Old Hundred, Trebles to right of them, , Tenors to left of them, Basses In front of them, BelloWod and thundered. Oh. that precentors look. When the sopranos took Their own time and hoolt From the Old Hundred. Screeched all the trebles here, Hoi'gied the tenors there, . Raisin the parson's Iii.lr. While his liiiu l wandered; Theirs not to leason why Tm psalm was pitched too high, Theirs but to ga.-p ana cry Uiuti.e Old hundred. Trebles to right of them Tenors to leit of tiiuin, IUsi.uh in front of them, Helluwed anil thundered. Stormed they with sliuut and yell, Not wise they ran.', nor well, Downliig the s ixion s bell, While all the church wondered. Dire the precentor's glare, Flashed hm pucuiork m air, Sounding the iresn Keys to bear Out tne Old Hundred. Swiftly be turned nls oaclf, KeadieJ he his hat from rack, Thou from tne screaming pack Himself ne suud.-uud. Tenors to lls'ht ' "". 'Ireoies to le.t of liim, Discord heiilud him Heilowcu aud thundered. Oh, the wild howls they wrought: Bight lo the end l:iey fought ! Some tu'ie tuey sang, but not, Not the Old Hundred. -. AudreU Journal. |