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No. 1 - Opening Chorus
| Ladies' Chorus: | Breathe soft, wind of the south, Blossoming branches are bending and listening, Breathe soft, pursing thy mouth, Drink from the cups where the dew-drops are glistening. Seas moan, soothing and slumberless, Bees drone, drowsy and numberless, Booming along as they murmur the song Of a dreamy lullaby. Booming along as they murmur the song Of a dreamy lullaby. |
| In convent educational Routine is not sensational, And pastime recreational A very pleasant ploy, We like to taste the quality In mirth and fun and jollity, For a picnic means frivolity, And that's what we enjoy. |
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| Such wonderful things our hampers contain, The greediest girl can hardly complain, With chickens and tongues, and even champagne, We've plenty to drink and to eat. When we sit round the cloth we spread on the grass, A stranger might guess, who happened to pass, From the click of the plate and the clink of the glass, That the schoolgirls are having a treat! Click, clack! click, clack! Rattle the knives and the forks, And hark to the pop of the corks, While ev'ryone chatters and talks. Click, clack! click, clack! Musical melody rings, While ev'ryone jabbers, and laughs, and sings! |
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Page modified 20 February 2017