No. 28 - Additional Number - Van Vuyt
Van Vuyt: | Before he became a Conductor, Of a beautiful band of brass, He'd a post as assistant instructor To a ladies' stringed instrument class! They'd a concert three times ev'ry season To which all of their best young men came, Which perhaps will account for the reason For the wedding of young "what's-his-name," For he simply went mad on a sweet thing in yellow, Who played fairly well on her violoncello. It was all through the violoncello That this fellow fell in love, Ah! right down there, (hum) and above, For the tones were so soothing and mellow, This poor fellow lost his head. When it came to (hum) It was time that he went home to bed! |
He came, need I say, to each concert, And of course he would stay to the end; It was more than a six to four on cert That bouquets by the score he would send. And when it came to her cadenza, The 'cello cadenza, of course, Never mind if he had influenza, He would shout till he cried himself hoarse. Tho' the flute and the piccolo played so in tune, oh! There was only one instrument made him feel — you know. It was all through the violoncello That this fellow fell in love, Ah! right down there, (hum) and above, For the tones were so soothing and mellow, This poor fellow lost his head. When it came to (hum) It was time that he went home to bed! |
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When at last they met near the band-stand, oh! And he stared at her sun-freckled face, And those hands that play so rallentando, Why, he nearly flew out of the place. By the melody he'd been enchanted, 'Twas the first time he'd seen her, alack! For you see he had always been planted In the very last row, at the back. And she had accepted for worse or for better — He couldn't get out of it — she had his letter! It was all through the violoncello That this fellow fell in love, Ah! right down there, (hum) and above, For the tones were so soothing and mellow, This poor fellow lost his head. When it came to (hum) It was time that he went home to bed! |
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