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Article THE "NO SINGER'S" SONG. Page 1 of 1
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The "No Singer's" Song.
THE "NO SINGER'S" SONG .
WRITTEN AT HIS REQUEST , AND FRATERNALLY INSCRIBED TO BRO . THOMAS ROBERTS J BY BRO . J . LEE STEVENS . WITHOUT hesitation I answer the call
To sing you a song , though no singer at all ; For somebody , somewhere , this maxim let loose , A bad song is better than any excuse : — Don ' t you think he was right ? If you think he was wrong I ' ve no chance again to be asked for a song !
I once had a friend with a treble so rare , That he soared in his song like a bird in the air , But finding that skylarks he stunn'd by the score , In mercy descended and sang never more : — Don ' t you think he was right ? If you think he was wrong , I ' ve no chance again to be asked for a song !
This Brother sang bass with a voice so profound That his " double G" quavered a mile underground ; Till fearing an earthquake might some day ensue , The singing gave up , and that splendid shake too : — Don ' t you think he was right ? If you think he was wrong ,
I ' ve no chance again to be asked for a song ! For myself no one ever suspected that I Could shake like an earthquake , or lark in the sky ; But in drinking good wine I to none give the pass , So I'll finish my song and then fill up my glass : — Don ' t you think I am right ? You can ' t think I am wrong , So pray drown in a bumper the " No Singer ' s" song J
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The "No Singer's" Song.
THE "NO SINGER'S" SONG .
WRITTEN AT HIS REQUEST , AND FRATERNALLY INSCRIBED TO BRO . THOMAS ROBERTS J BY BRO . J . LEE STEVENS . WITHOUT hesitation I answer the call
To sing you a song , though no singer at all ; For somebody , somewhere , this maxim let loose , A bad song is better than any excuse : — Don ' t you think he was right ? If you think he was wrong I ' ve no chance again to be asked for a song !
I once had a friend with a treble so rare , That he soared in his song like a bird in the air , But finding that skylarks he stunn'd by the score , In mercy descended and sang never more : — Don ' t you think he was right ? If you think he was wrong , I ' ve no chance again to be asked for a song !
This Brother sang bass with a voice so profound That his " double G" quavered a mile underground ; Till fearing an earthquake might some day ensue , The singing gave up , and that splendid shake too : — Don ' t you think he was right ? If you think he was wrong ,
I ' ve no chance again to be asked for a song ! For myself no one ever suspected that I Could shake like an earthquake , or lark in the sky ; But in drinking good wine I to none give the pass , So I'll finish my song and then fill up my glass : — Don ' t you think I am right ? You can ' t think I am wrong , So pray drown in a bumper the " No Singer ' s" song J