Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows
Of the finest virtu--osos,
The cream of every famous band.
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right be-hind.
There were over a thousand reeds
Spring-ing up like weeds.
There were horns of every shape and kind.
There were copper bottom timpani in horse platoons,
Thundering, thundering, all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having its big fat say.
There were fifty mounted cannons in the battery,
Thundering, thundering, louder than be--fore.
Clarinets of every size
And trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score.
Seventy-six trombones hit the counterpoint
While a hundred and ten cornets blazed away
To the rhythm of harch, harch, harch,
All the kids began to march,
And they're marching still right today!
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
When the order to march rang out loud and clear.
Starting off with a big bang, bong on a Chinese gong
By a big, bang, bonged at the rear.
Seventy-six trombones hit the counterpoint
While a hundred and ten cornets played the air.
Then I modestly took my place, as the one and only bass
And I oompahed up and down the square.
LIDA ROSE
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
To get the sun back in the sky.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy.
Ding, dong, ding
I can hear the chapel bells chime.
At the least suggestion, I'll pop the question.
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name.
Lida Rose, now everyone knows
That I'm hoping you're the same.
So, here is my love song
Not fancy or fine.
Lida Rose, oh, won't you be
Mine, Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose.
Part 2
Dream of now
Dream of then
Dream of a love song
That might have been.
Do I love you?
Oh, yes, I love you.
And I'll bravely tell you,
But only when we dream a--gain.
Sweet and low
Sweet and low
How sweet that mem'ry.