| Harold:
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| Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
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| With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
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| They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo-
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| Sos, the cream of ev’ry famous band.
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| Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
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| With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
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| There were more than a thousand reeds
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| Springing up like weeds
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| There were horns of ev’ry shape and kind.
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| There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
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| Thundering, thundering all along the way.
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| Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
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| Each bassoon having it’s big, fat say!
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| There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
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| Thundering, thundering louder than before
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| Clarinets of ev’ry size
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| And trumpeters who’d improvise
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| A full octave higher than the score! |