Lyrics by Robin, sung by Claire1, Jenny, Robin and Sebastian.
We four parts of Rudsambee sing,
Differently our voices do ring,
Sweet and joyous,
Singing in chorus,
Sometimes an awful din.
O choir of wonder, choir of delight, Choir with voices singing bright, Annoying the neighbours,
Singing in quavers, All on a Wednesday night.
Sopranos we, we sing so high,
Sometimes so high we think we might die,
Sweeping and scraping,
Our voices breaking,
Trying to reach so high.
Closer to the kitchen we sit,
Oft we have a giggling fit,
We laugh and bray,
At things people say
Or when someone looks a twit.
Something, something, something way,
Something, something, something day,
Something, something,
Something, something,
(I think some of us might be gay).
Mostly deeply our voices do sound,
We like to keep our eyes on the ground,
Ignoring, not slaving,
To Ollies waving,
Nor to his beat ,are bound.
Glorious now together in song,
Hardly ever do we go wrong
Though we may chat and often go flat
We do really get along
You are having such fun. The singing ain't bad either.
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