THE VILLAGE CHOIR.

Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 437, 15 January 1890, Page 8

THE VILLAGE CHOIR.

[Some distance after Tennyson] Half a bar, half a bar, Ha'f a bar onward ! Into an awful ditch, Choice and precentor hitch, Into a mass of pitch, They led tho Old Hundred. Trebles to right of them. Tenors to left of them, Basses in front of them, Bellowed and thundered. Oh ! that precentor’s look, "When the sopranos took* Their own time and hook, From the Old Hundred. Screeched all the trebles here, Boggled the tenners there, Raising the parsons hair, Wiile his mind wandered ; Theirs not to reason why— This psalm was pitched too high ; Tneirs but to gasp and cry— Out the Old Hundred. Trebles to right of them, Tenors to left of them, Basses in front of them, Bellowed and thundered. Stormed they with shout and yell, Not wise they sang, nor well, Drowning the sexton’s bell, While all the church wondered, Dire the precentor’s glare, _ Flashed his pitchfork in air, Founding fresh keys to bear Out the Old Hundred. Swiftly he turned his back, Reached he his hat from rack, Then from the sc<earning pack Himself he sundered. Tenors to right of them, Trebles to left of them, Discords hehind them Bellowed and thundered Oh, the wild howls they wrought; Right to the end they fought 1 Some tune they sang, but not, Not the Old Hundred.